Broken Marriages Novels & Stories

It has caused most of the heartaches in the world and has also led to many broken wedlock. “Yes,” began Charles. “Those acts of the modern women have brought up unhappy marriages and represented the ills of men and women behaviours today. Amorous behaviours are the major causes of most marital unhappiness. Frankly, nearly half of the broken marriages come from amorous acts. Most people can no longer shrug their shoulders about these acts but almost every woman in the modern world has embraced them. Now, look Vivian, if pure love worth a name, I must say you are the one. A true virgin that marries her husband and lives with him, is a blessing to the man. If you

"There's no turning back. So let's put an end to our sexless and loveless marriage. Let me give you what I want and what you want, Tameka. That way, we'll never have to be apart once we do this. You'll become my obligation. Our marriage will finally be for real. A real marriage where I promise to protect you, and you'll be mind." Tameka laughed softly, "I don't feel married to you. But, to be honest, Copeland. It's been three years, and you have been committed to someone else and me to my work in Paris." "I want to change that now. What can I do to change that, Tameka?" Tameka, at this moment utterly weak, fighting to be strong. She wants to give in, but what will tomorrow bring? Will it be

I quickly stepped forward and helped her up. "Sarah and I are divorced. The past is in the past. There's no need to dwell on it any longer."

I am done with married women. The End

Of saying things she couldn’t say with words. I took a bite of pizza, and it hit me. I don’t want this to end. This fake marriage, this setup—it’s starting to feel… real. And that scared the hell out of me.

Not one of them looked at me with pity. The Master of Rites stood at the front of the hall, his long robes touching the marble floor, and right beside him was Alpha Alexander, my husband. The word felt wrong and unreal in my head. It made me regret all the times I had wished for a husband of my own. He stood there expressionless, like he neither agreed nor disagreed with what was happening. If he hated this marriage, he did not show it. If he wanted it, he did not show that either. His face was calm, almost bored, like this was nothing more than another duty to complete.

“Noted.” A brief silence followed. Then Victoria’s lawyer added one more line. “This case will show that the breakdown of this marriage was not sudden, but the result of sustained actions.” That line settled heavily because it carried truth. Mr. Harrison adjusted his files, then spoke. “Your Honor, marriages end for many reasons. Imperfection is not a crime.” There was a slight shift in tone. “We will show that while mistakes were made, they do not justify the narrative being presented.” Gabriel listened carefully.

A stranger with blood on his hands and power she couldn’t fight. Something unfamiliar twisted in my chest. I should have been annoyed but instead I was intrigued. This marriage was nothing more than a business deal. Right after the wedding, I intended to shove her into a glitzy mansion, pad her wallet with credit cards and cash, and check in on her only when I’d need her to attend a public function with me or when my Dad needed to tug on her father’s leash “You’re not allowed to be with other men in this marriage,” I said coldly.

That infuriated her so much that she went off on a bout of swearing before saying she wouldn't bother with me ever again. Now, it looked like everything Winona had said was true. "I don't want to marry you anymore. Kiara Sommer, I don't love you anymore. I just want to go home…" My expression was stony as I ripped my wrist from her grasp. A tinge of violent malice flashed in Kiara's eyes when she heard that. "This is your home. Where else are you going? Who are you going to marry if not me?" "Kia, since he's discovered the truth, let's not wait till tomorrow," Cain stated lowly.

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.