Christiana's point of viewAs soon as the ink dried on their contract marriage, the fights between Emily and Eric began. At first, it was small things - leaving the toilet seat up or not doing the dishes - but it quickly escalated into something much bigger.Emily had always dreamed of finding love and starting a family, but when her parents died and she was left with no financial support, she found herself at a loss. That's when Eric, a wealthy businessman, proposed a contract marriage. He needed a wife to maintain his image, and she needed financial stability. It seemed like a win-win situation, but the reality was much different.Emily couldn't stand the way Eric treated her like a business transaction. He was cold and distant, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he only saw her as a means to an end. And Emily, for his part, resented the fact that he had to be tied down to someone he didn't love.Their fights were explosive. They screamed and shouted at each other, each blaming
Third person’s point of viewAs soon as the door to their apartment closed behind them, Christiana and Tiger slumped onto the couch. They had just come back from a dinner party where everyone had asked them how their "marriage" was going. They both knew what they meant – their contract marriage. Till then everyone out there had come to know about the reality of their contract marriage and what were they doing. Their marriage was no more a secret it was open to all.Tiger cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Christiana, I've been thinking about something we need to discuss."Christiana looked up at him, wondering what Tiger could be talking about. "What is it?""Our marriage contract is coming up for renewal in a few weeks," Tiger said. "I think we should talk about whether or not we want to renew it."Christiana's stomach sank. She knew this conversation was coming, but she still was not prepared for it. "Tiger, I thought we agreed that this was just a temporary thing until we b
Christiana’s point of viewAs I walked out of the courthouse, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mixed with sadness. My marriage of approximately a year was officially over. It was a broken marriage that had been slowly falling apart for years, but it was still difficult to accept that it was truly over.I thought about all the things that had led us to this point. The fights that we couldn't resolve, the lies that we told each other, the trust that we lost. We were two people who were in love, but did not want to stay together, but we stayed together for the sake of their needs. It was a mistake that we both made, but we couldn't undo it now.I walked down the street, lost in thought, and memories flooded back to me. The first time we met, the way he made me laugh, the way he held me when I was sad. But those happy memories were tainted by the memories of our fights, the hurtful words that we said to each other, and the tears that we shed.I realized that we had both changed
Third person's point of viewTiger had always thought that he was a strong man. He had weathered the storms of life with resilience, taking on each challenge with a steadfast resolve. But the divorce had shattered him in ways he never thought possible.He had spent the last few months in a daze, going through the motions of his daily routine without truly being present. He had lost the love of his life, his best friend, and the mother of his children. The pain was too much to bear, and he found himself retreating into a shell of himself.Tiger was hiding his feelings from everyone around him. His friends and family tried to reach out, but he would brush them off, insisting that he was fine. He didn't want to burden anyone with his pain, and he didn't want to admit that he was struggling.The truth was that Tiger felt like a failure. He had tried so hard to make the marriage work, but in the end, it had all fallen apart. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had let everyone down, incl
Tiger's point of viewI sat alone in our old apartment, staring at the empty space where my wife's belongings used to be. It had been months since she had left, but the pain of her absence still lingered.Our divorce had been messy and painful, with bitter arguments and hurtful words exchanged on both sides. In the end, we had decided that it was better to part ways - but that didn't make the loss any easier to bear.I missed her in so many ways. I missed the sound of her laughter, the feel of her hand in mine, the way she always knew just what to say to make me feel better.But most of all, I missed the sense of belonging that came with being with her. Even in our darkest moments, there had always been a sense of comfort and safety that came from knowing that we were in it together.Now, that sense of belonging was gone. I felt adrift and alone, like a ship lost at sea.I tried to fill the void with work and other distractions, but nothing seemed to bring me the same sense of fulfill
Christiana’s point of viewAs soon as I stepped inside the quaint cafe, the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me. The warm and inviting atmosphere made me feel right at home. It was a small but cozy space, with wooden tables and chairs placed close together, encouraging conversations between strangers.I took a seat at a small table by the window, allowing me to soak in the vibrant energy of the city outside. I pulled out my notebook and pen, ready to write down my thoughts and observations. As I sipped on my latte, I couldn't help but notice the diverse mix of people around me.A young couple sat at the table next to me, deeply engrossed in their conversation. A group of college students huddled together, laughing and sharing stories. An elderly man sat alone at a corner table, lost in thought.As I continued to observe my surroundings, I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. Despite being alone, I was surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the city and the company
Third person’s point of viewAs she sat alone in her apartment, staring out the window at the bustling city below, Christiana could not help but feel a deep sense of loneliness. It was not a feeling that was unfamiliar to her - in fact, it seemed to be a constant companion lately.She had always been a fiercely independent woman, confident in her abilities and unafraid to take on the world. But as she got older, she could not help but feel that something was missing from her life. She had plenty of friends, a successful career, and a comfortable lifestyle, but none of it seemed to fill the void that was growing inside her.As she watched couples holding hands and families strolling by, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. She longed for someone to share her life with, someone to come home to at the end of the day and talk about her day with. But the older she got, the harder it seemed to find someone who understood her, who shared her values and passions.Moreover, that someone
Third person’s point of viewChristiana sat at her desk, staring at the stack of papers in front of her. She was preparing for an important meeting with the company's top executives, and the pressure was starting to get to her.She had spent weeks researching and putting together her proposal, but now she found herself second-guessing everything. Was she presenting the information in the right order? Had she included all the necessary data? Would the executives even be interested in her proposal?Christiana shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She knew that she needed to focus and stay positive if she wanted to succeed. She took a deep breath and started reviewing her notes again, determined to make sure that everything was perfect.As she worked, Christiana couldn't help but think about the other women in the company who had gone before her. They had faced the same challenges, and yet they had managed to succeed. Christiana tried to draw inspiration from their stories, remin