Novel & Cerita Broken Marriages

he said, his eyes burning with intensity. I held his gaze. "If you're not sincere, even marrying me won't stop you from hurting me." "I won't," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. "I'd never betray you." He made a promise, but I'd stopped believing in promises a long time ago. Jace had made promises too, but in the end, he still ended up with someone else. The truth is, more people get divorced every day than get married. Promises are the flimsiest things in the world.

As they led Liam away in handcuffs—again—as Jennifer documented everything for her report—as I stood in the penthouse alone once more—I finally understood: Some marriages were destroyed by hate. Ours was being destroyed by love. And I didn't know which was worse.

“If I cheated on my wife, people would say that it’s not surprising. People always seem to assume that men are the ones that cheat on their partners.” “Well, I guess so. How did you accept it?” “I saw her happy and I barely saw her happy in the last year of our marriage. We were both miserable and just staying because of our marriage vows. We both were dying inside being together. She needed someone else to keep her alive.” “You both broke your vows.” “Sometimes, vows are broken to make us a better person. I can’t speak for everyone but I don’t regret being divorced. We weren’t just meant to be.” He replied.

Spring break is here and we are leaving the cold winter behind. The winter that has just passed has been very nostalgic and I find myself reflecting on myself. My freshly new marriage, 1 year and a half to be precise isn’t quite the kind of unique romance I imagined. My previous marriage did not work because my husband cheated on me with a much younger woman. Truth be told, he wasn’t great in bed and the spark in our marriage was lost over the years because I was never satisfied. He had a huge ego though and hence started sleeping with multiple women.

Ezekiel answered immediately. I felt a pang of sadness inside me. Our first year of marriage was not good, the second year nothing changed, and the third year was supposed to be when I left him. The following three years, I was with another man while he was alone. Yet, we're still married on paper, and he still regards me as his wife during those times. My heart aches when I think about how broken we are as a couple. Those people who destroyed us should pay the consequences. Karma will find its way to them. Fate and God made a way for Ezekiel and me to reconcile.

The air grew colder, denser, as if the walls remembered too much. Inside was a locked door. He opened it with a key from around his neck. In the room sat a woman. Older. Ragged. Her hair wild, her expression vacant and feral. Her fingers twitched, brushing the curtains. She stared at Anna and laughed—a broken, hollow sound. "Grace Poole," Kingsley said softly. "My wife. My secret. My shame." Anna’s heart pounded. "Wife?" He nodded. "We married young. Too young. I didn’t know about the illness then. It crept in. Took her mind piece by piece. I tried everything. But her condition—it’s dangerous. The fire tonight... it was her. She wanders when she isn’t watched."

"Celia, I was stabbed, yet you're thinking about us instead of asking about my injury. What's going on in your head?" She frowned impatiently. Even while apologizing, she was still condescending. "Zane, don't be unreasonable. The failure of our partnership will be a loss for both companies. You shouldn't be so willful. Consider this injury a lesson." I was so mad that my wound throbbed. I truly felt like I had wasted eight years of my sincerity. "Don't worry. I'll never consider marrying you again. Also, listen carefully, Celia. I'm the one who's out of your league. Cutting ties with your company is a loss for your family, not for mine. If I hadn't fallen for you, what makes you think you ha

In a little while, we're afraid we'll have to ask you to wipe him from head to toe as the rite that stands in for the wedding night. Raphael's portrait wore that same cocky smile, and the thought of facing his body alone sent a chill through me. But I remembered my last life. Marrying Felix meant there was no one to resolve our family's finances. After all, he'd only taken advantage of the situation and driven us to bankruptcy. Dad had even ended up dead. With the Roosevelts behind me now, at least Dad could live. I clenched my jaw, steeling myself. I just wanted to get it over with. "Where's Raphael? Let's start."

Or maybe he just needed someone for the time being for some crazy reason. I couldn't dwell on it. I had to live my life and try to forget about him. Who am I kidding, there is no forgetting Tyson Veneto. That man was perfect and I love him. He has ruined me for any other man. Maybe I wasn't meant to live a life of love and happiness. Maybe I am supposed to be a single old lady who gets animals and not kids. It wasn't the life I wanted but maybe having a fiancée and a husband cheat on you is supposed to be your sign. You aren't meant for that, so stop trying. All it does is lead to heartbreak.

He set his phone aside. “I’m functioning,” he said at last. “That’s the best word for it.” “That’s corporate-speak for not okay,” Max replied. “Any panic attacks? Random anger? Urge to throw things?” “A little,” Damian admitted. “Mostly at night. My head won’t shut up.” Max nodded. “Heartbreak insomnia. Classic.” Damian glanced at him. “You sound too experienced.” “Don’t expose me,” Max said lightly, then sobered. “But listen what happened wasn’t small. You almost married a con artist. You’re allowed to fall apart a bit.”