Broken Marriages Novels & Stories

I said, though my voice sounded weak, even to myself. “Am I?” she mocked. “Maybe you should ask him yourself. Oh wait—you can’t. Because you’re no longer his wife. You’re just… his past.” Tears burned behind my eyes, but I bit down hard on my lip, refusing to let her hear me cry. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I hung up on her. The line went dead. Silence rushed in, heavy and suffocating. My heart broke all over again. How could he? After everything… after I had loved him so much.

A woman I did not know. A marriage used as leverage. My father thought this would break me but it drew the first line of war.

"Only a coward would treat his mate like that." "He is a coward," I agreed. "He sure is." After a moment of silence, Darius started to preach to me, his voice low and serious. "Look, Zara, you need to hear this. It’s better you found out now. A broken bond is a hell of a thing to heal from, but a marriage built on lies? That ruins you. You’re lucky you got out before the marking was permanent. The pain of a broken bond…it leaves some wolves hollow. They never really come back from it."

I sat by her bed and grabbed her hand. "Granny…" I started softly. "There is something I need to tell you..." I took a deep breath as a smile instantly curled my lips at the thought of what I was about to say. "I broke with the women of the Bell family's tradition. I got married, and I fell in love with my husband. He treats me well, and I hope that one day he will love me just as much as I love him. Perhaps one day I will bear a child with the man who cherishes me… Isn't that weird?" I laughed, shedding a few tears along the way. I knew that Grandma wouldn't want me to follow in her and Mom's footsteps and struggle on my own for many years. I was the first to have a man by my side, even if

That was… she couldn’t understand the reason. “In the event that you violate any of my conditions, if you break my trust, you lose it. I would not be made into a laughingstock a second time. It will be your punishment. We will separate, but we will not divorce. If our marriage agreement fails, I doubt I will try a third time. As for you, even if you choose another man over me, you cannot be happily married.”

Does he know what the result of that is then? A broken marriage is not a sign of freedom from an abusive or hurtful relationship. It's a sign of failure. Being a divorcee is a sign that you failed. Many people think that divorce is fine. If you're already hurting, why hold on when you can let go? Divorce is a solution, but it doesn't mean that it's positive. If you can't stand the marriage, why get married? That's why marriage is not easy to talk about. If you marry the wrong man, it will be a nightmare and will be a huge scar on your past. "Just give me time...I will tell you everything when the time comes." He told me that I knew he had no intention of saying whatever was on his mind.

I asked, “This isn’t how people getting married. So many marriages fail despite the couple being in love-” “Who said anything about making this work?” He frowned as though I had introduced an entirely foreign issue to our current conversation, which I later realised that I had. “This is a marriage of convenience. When we reach a point where we can’t stand eachother anymore, we take a divorce and go separate ways.” I was well aware of him and how he worked. I knew that he meant every single word he said and that he wouldn’t hesistate before making it all come true.

My husband delivered a seminar on the common issues that lead to broken homes. After the seminars, the people pleaded with him to make a handout of the seminar for them and he did. In fact, when I was invited here to talk about my husband's and my experience with the crisis we had, I resolved to bring a copy of the handout. In the seminar, my husband explained what leads to broken homes, according to him, 'It takes a lot to make or build a home, but very little to break or destroy it. A home gives peace, happiness, and sometimes joy. It is a place a man is made into a responsible and loving husband and a woman into a responsible and caring wife. It is a place where innocent children are made

she said. Grace was... I had no words to describe her; she had already been through two divorces, both as a result of her fleeting infatuation. The first time she got married was at twenty, and she divorced after eight months because she didn't like how the guy chewed. Her other divorce happened a year ago, and the same thing happened again; she married the man deeply in love, literally, her wedding was like a fairy tale, but within a year she discovered they weren't compatible, so she divorced. "At least I know I'll get a good chunk of money from that future divorce," I told her.

I felt tired; my temples began to throb again. "I slept with Howard." The wine glass in his hand shattered on the floor. His eyes turned crimson, disbelief etched across his face. "Teagan! How could you…" I calmly closed my laptop and smiled at him. "What? Are you upset?" I genuinely hoped we could just have a marriage of convenience, where we could both enjoy the benefits this arrangement brought. He could sleep with a different woman every night, and I wouldn't care. Meanwhile, I would leverage the Brookes' connections to gain more resources for myself.