A Marriages End Novel Novels & Stories

His ways might remain mysterious and no one knows what he might do next but he would always remain to her, the only man, whose presence and appearance, made her heart thump. They must have met at the wrong time, in the wrong places but love bound them together. It was love from the beginning, and Love in... THE END. I have released a new story titled "After Divorce, I Accidentally Married a Ruthless Billionaire." Please let me know your thoughts on it.

Maybe, I could sell my house and travel to Hawaii–definitely a big no. My body was weak and I couldn't explain just how bitter I felt inside of me. Why didn't I just end the relationship if I wasn't happy with it? Well, you guessed right. He was a silver tongued devil! That was why trying to end it was like squeezing water out of a rock.

"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?"

Nancy asked as the waiter who served our meals left. I shook my head. "No, I'm just preparing myself. I enjoy living in our house because mommy and I will leave that house at any time." "Huh? Why are you leaving that house? That's your house, right?" Cedy immediately frowned. "That's what I thought when I married him. But no, now that the marriage is about to end, mommy and I will leave it. It's been theirs since the Harrisons bought the title from the bank where Daddy mortgaged it."

“You sure you want to dig that deep? You know that family, they are not like every other in New York, they have more than they show you.” “My husband has secrets,” I whispered. “And if I don’t find them now, I’ll drown in them later. This marriage is only for a year, but River, I have to know some things. Will the end of this marriage be a blessing or curse I'd forever live with?” He studied me for a while, then leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Alright. Let’s blow this open.” Relief pricked my eyes, but I blinked fast. “I need you, Ri-Ri. You used to help that detective back in your town, right? You said you had a good eye for reading files, dates, entries…”

Patricia handed me a pen and I used it and when I was done I sat there for a moment with the signed pages in front of me and I felt something I had not expected. Not relief. Not grief. Something more complicated — the specific emotional weight of an ending that was also, in some form, a beginning, and not knowing yet what the beginning would look like. "It's done," Patricia said. "Yes," I said. I went back to my office. I sat at my desk. I looked out at the city, which did not notice or care that my marriage had just ended, and I thought about Nora and about the conversation with Eleanor and about a man learning, possibly for the first time, that love required presence and not management.

I stared at Cynthia's pale reflection in the mirror and spoke slowly. "Robin doesn't care which one of us he marries. "He just wants to use marriage as a cover for an accidental death. That way, he'll receive the Powell family's shares, no matter who inherits them. So, we're basically sacrificial lambs." Cynthia took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke. "It doesn't matter which of us is the better choice. In the end, Robin is just going to slaughter us both."

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

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

Gavin, Natasha, and I headed to the courthouse to finalize the divorce. We had barely reached the steps when Gavin suddenly froze. Then, right on cue, he grabbed his head like he'd been hit with some dramatic wave of memory. He staggered a little, then lurched toward me. "This place… It feels so familiar. I think it's coming back to me. We got married here, right after college. You wore a white dress. You held my hand and said we'd be together forever. God, you were beautiful back then."