A Marriage Ending Novel Novels & Stories

SLOANE There are many ways a marriage can end. Mine ended with a pregnancy test that wasn't mine. “Sign it," My husband stated, sliding the divorce papers towards me as if all the years of our marriage had been temporary. Nika stood beside him, her hand slightly resting on her belly and a smug smile curling up her lips. My stomach dropped and my hand began jittering as I stared at my husband, Killian Ardenian. "Killian...” His name escaped my lips like a whisper as I grabbed the hem of my dress, trying to ground myself as a hollow ache spread across my chest.

However, within those three years, Myles proposed to me, and I agreed. On the day of my wedding, Ian had an expensive gift delivered to me, which surprised Sheila and me. Everyone suspected my ex-husband would do something to ruin the wedding, and I was worried about him making a sudden appearance to disrupt it. It was only the next day that I found out through the news that the Langhams would be permanently emigrating to Amberlon. He had finally let me go.

But it's for the better that he will not realize it because it will not matter anyway of whatever I may tell him, for his mind and heart were close for my explanation. I quickly took a ball pen from my luggage and signed the contract as I said to him, "Here I sign it already, and by the way, you don't need to bribe me money and wealth to sign this damn document of yours! I'm easy to talk with, and one more thing. Please put it into mind that not everything in this world you can buy with your money! Then I took the documents that promised favor to me. In exchange for my consent to annul our marriage, and tore it in front of my husband!

"Now that is the only thing that put our marriage to asunder. He has the money, he should get a cook." Ema folded his arms as he wondered how much of a problem the contract marriage would turn out to be. Their house would have a chimney, he thought. Arguing morning and night, day in and day out would rent their marital home in flames. The chimney would help with emitting all of the heat. "Since you won't be working, you should try and be a nice little housewife." Ema told her dryly. "A nice little housewife? Seriously?" Lila was waving the fork dangerously now and Ema feared she would pierce her spotless face or even her pretty eyes with it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't notice." I apologize to them. I need to act normal. It's like nothing happened. Maybe because what else do they think? "Didn't notice? Come on, Allysa Chloe what's the problem? You've been a fool for a while now and you seem out of your mind. Maybe you want to share something, we are here to listen?" Bea asked me. Maybe this is the perfect time for me to share with them what happened last night. "You know, in the beginning, I used to laugh at the movies and romance novels that have a fixed marriage thing and then have a happy ending. It's so impossible, right?"

Hello everybody!! Thank you for reading this book. I appreciate the time you spent on this journey with me. I feel a mixture of emotions now—both happy and sad. Happy because I successfully completed this book, and sad because the journey has come to an end. The lesson of this book is that true love is strong and marriage is precious. Try to understand your spouse, take their hand, and face life's difficulties together. Please follow me and stay tuned for my new book. With love,

"Let’s end this. All of it. This contract marriage. I’m done with it." "What?"

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

"So what, Dawn? Our wedding's next week. If we break up now, how will you explain it to your family?" Noelle immediately burst into tears. "I'm sorry, Dawn. I'll end the pregnancy right away." Blake instantly pulled her into his arms and glared at me coldly. "Don't you dare! Dawn Nichols, you had an abortion before—who knows if you can even still have children. You should be thanking Noelle instead. "The fact that I'm still willing to go through with the wedding with you is already more than generous enough. You're such a slut—who else other than me would even want you?"