You Are Sick And You're Married Novels & Stories

“Um…so, like I was saying, I strongly advise against s3x before marriage. I mean, what if you two break up and don’t end up together? You need to keep your dignity for your Mr. Right. “But, when you’re married, of course, it becomes the sweetest ingredient”. Oh, God! Please, please. Can somebody tell her to skip this part? “When you’re married, it's advised to be done often because it brings the hearts together. I mean, I don’t see why married couples will starve themselves of s3x. It's absurd. So, it's strongly advised to…” I itched the back of my nape bashfully and heard Kurt scoff.

Chapter 910 "When we got married, we had made an agreement. I can't break it. Besides, I can't drag him down like this all the time." Luke sneered. There was only coldness in his words. "You are kind, but do you think everyone will be as kind as you? If you get a divorce, you will be lonely. You can only painfully wait for relapsing while he and his lover hug each other, full of love!" "I'm born with a disease. Do I have to drag him along to suffer such pain with me? He doesn't owe me anything!"

"Drink. Slowly. Then listen. Because what I’m about to tell you will change everything." 10:10 AM. THE FIRST TRUTH* Zain opened the file. His hands were trembling too. "Look at this, Olivia. Ethan’s medical report from 6 months ago. Before he got 'sick'." He slid the paper over. Report: _No disease found. Healthy male, 27. All vitals normal._ Olivia stared at it. Her mind refused to understand. "What? But the doctor... the hospital... they said he has a rare heart condition..."

“Did I ask you to come?” Ah, classic bastard. Always so warm and inviting. “I’m your wife,” I replied with the kind of smoothness that comes from years of suppressing irritation. “You didn’t even bother to tell me you were sick. Imagine my surprise when I heard it from random strangers.” “As if you’re not thrilled to have me out of the way.”

Daughter or stranger Dante raised an eyebrow, clearly stunned. “You got married?” he said, his voice louder now. “And didn’t even think to tell your big brother?” Carlo gave a tight smile. “You weren’t in the country.” Dante let out a short laugh, but there was no real humor in it. “So that’s your excuse?” “I didn’t think it was necessary,” Carlo replied calmly. “You were busy. Out in Dubai or Paris or wherever the hell you were at the time.”

I was the first to have a man by my side, even if it was a contractual marriage. "You know, Granny… The man I love is in a coma right now. He is lying in a bed a few rooms away from your room. If it is true, and you in your state have access to a different level of consciousness, would you find him for me, and tell him to get his ass back here?" I smirked, trying to sound smug before bursting out into tears. "I really need him right now…"

“But you don't have to be lonely either, that's the purpose of marriage. So if you decided to not get married, you'll be lonely, and you are a coward who's scared to face the challenges of marriages.” “Oops," I smirked.

Who is this woman, and how far have they gone? It felt like I was walking through a flame, and the weight of this text in my phone felt like I was carrying a ball and chain. There are never any blaring signs; it happens subtly, like a disease inside you; the signs that something is wrong are so minute, and by the time you realize you're sick, it's always almost too late. Throughout the years, there have been so many times I have stopped the disease from infecting my marriage. I've never been one to ignore a problem, and I won't start now. I was ready to speak up the minute Rome walked through the door.

Eugene’s POV It’s the third anniversary of my marriage to Nicole, and I couldn’t be more excited. Three years of love, laughter, and a dream that we could build a future together. Or so I thought. I have been feeling sick and weak, and altogether just not myself for the last week. I thought probably just stress or maybe a flu would hit me, but each day that went by, I realized something was really wrong with me. It was not an illness.

I asked in confusion, not understanding the meaning behind her question. “I mean; you know all about your health. You can barely walk, are you really going to get married to him?” the way she scanned me from head to toe, I felt my heart skip a beat. “What are you trying to say?” I was holding my emotions in, while gently rubbing my belly. “You are sick, very sick,” I knew I was not in my best shape and health but hearing it from someone shook me into stop dreaming about a happily ever after. I have never been this weak, mentally and emotionally. This new me was ready to cry and shed tears at the smallest things. And Although I hated it, I couldn’t do anything about it.