Broken Marriages Novels & Stories

his question made Jamie look his way in surprise “Do you now think I am not even worth living? Why would I be okay with my husband doing all this to a girl? Why would I be okay that both my husband and my ex chose her over me? Don’t you see what I am going through? He ruined our relationship for this girl.” Jamie had no clue what she was talking about as it had nothing to do with her or cheating, it was a crime.

"Such as?" "Such as whether you are still in love with me." Miguel stood up abruptly and walked to the window, his back to both me and the phone. "Alex, this conversation is inappropriate." "Is it? Emily, we were married for three years. We shared dreams, plans, intimacy. That does not just disappear because you found someone new." "It does if the marriage was as broken as ours was." "But what if it was not as broken as we thought? What if it was just... interrupted?"

Together became alone. Maybe year three. After her second miscarriage. After James buried himself in work instead of grieving with her. Or year five. When he missed their anniversary for a business trip. When she stopped expecting him to remember. Or year seven. When she caught his secretary's perfume on his collar. When she pretended not to notice because confronting meant admitting failure. The marriage had been dying for years. She'd just been too busy maintaining appearances to notice the corpse. Valentina got up, walked to the window. The city lights spread below. So many people. So many lives. Some of them had to be happy, right?

"The trauma is already part of us. We lived through it together. Getting married doesn't change that. It just means we're choosing to keep facing it together." "You make it sound simple." "It is simple. I love you. You love me. We help each other heal. That's marriage." "What about the panic attacks? The triggers? The bad days?" "We handle them. Like we're handling this. Together." I want to believe him. Want to trust that love is enough. But part of me is still scared. Still waiting for everything to fall apart. "What if you get tired of it? Of me being broken?" "You're not broken. And I'm not going anywhere. How many times do I have to say it?"

The second was MARRIAGE. Her fingers went numb. The papers trembled in her grip. She read the first paragraph three times, and each time the words rearranged themselves into the same impossible sentence: the marriage between Marcus Hale and Sophia Ward is irretrievably broken. “It’s better this way,” Marcus said. He said it the way someone talks about switching to a new phone plan. Light. Practical. Like he was doing her a favor. “We both know this hasn’t been working. I’ve outgrown—”

I questioned, wanting his opinion. “Can’t you live not caring about your grandma’s fortune taking away from her?” he bit back, consuming the coffee. And I smile, showing my teeth. “Fair play. We don’t have any other way than this. What an ill fate!” I commented, and he nodded in agreement. “I had four bargains for this marriage,” I began. “One, I can do what I want as long as it doesn’t ruin our families.” “Fair, so am I,” he said, revealing his drop-gorgeous smile. The pleasures in his countenance, pondering for a second. “That’s a new one, huh.”

“They’re not like that. They don’t care about what I think. All they care about is expansion and more wealth. In this world of business, marriages can either make a person or break them.” She was silent for a moment, choosing to chug down her drink. “You’re right.” She gripped the glass so tight I was afraid it’d break and cut through her skin. “Marriages can either make a person or break them.” She faced me. “So, what are you going to do about it?” “What?”

My mind tottered, and my heart broke. I should not have taken that long, but maybe it was a test or something— if I really mattered to him. It certainly was not the result I expected, but perhaps it was a sign that there was no future for us, and we were buried in too much trouble, and all the shits that happened in just seven months were the signs I chose to ignore. Even though he was still wearing his wedding band, he had already broken his vows—he had broken the sanctity of marriage.

I sighed, really wishing I could help her out, but what exactly did I know about love despite being married for eight years. "You and Eric have the perfect marriage, Emily," she spoke up again, taking my palms in her soft ones and staring into my eyes. I looked away from her. "You think?" I murmured. "Do you mind telling me how you do it? It's not sl easy to see marriages still going strong put there like yours, you know. Literally, every eight out of ten marriages in this country have been estimated to crash. How do you and Eric do it even after being away from each other for so long?"

"Yes, and I found out that day, you know, that I almost marry that woman. God, I'm so thankful that I found out before I married that bitch, or I will regret my whole life." "That's why I wondered you didn't go crazy after what happened." Jayson hissed at Felix's comment, and I chuckled. "I was wondering how you recovered so fast after the tragic incident, and Grandpa Phil is still in a coma, but I saw you return to your normal life, and I noticed you always smiled compared to before; it's because you married the love of your life." "Our marriage didn't start in a good term. Grandpa just forced us. He wrote it in his will. He will give all his assets to charity If I don't marry Mara before t