Broken Ring This Marriage Will Fail Novels & Stories

I growl, staring down at the dazzling purple diamonds and crystals in the small case. He shakes his head, gazing down at the ring looking nothing but unimpressed with me. “Do you not understand that you cannot divorce me?” He growls, stepping closer to me with the ring now in between his fingers. “This is a contract that cannot be broken, Willow! The first time that I kissed you- that sealed your fate- our fate! You will never leave this Kingdom,” he grasps a hand tight around my wrist and pulls my hand out towards him, “and you will never take off this ring again!” He pushes the ring over my left ring finger and as soon as it touches my skin, I can feel the cool metal of the ring fit tight

His shoe shone as it caught the light, but there was a way his lips were curved that just spelled trouble. “What is the gender?” He demanded, barely paying attention to his wife? Whatever she was. “Tell me.” Nothing came out from her lips, except for a loud cry. “You failed, right? I told you already, if you can’t give me a son, you shouldn’t even call me.” We all stood, watching the couple, but the woman was too distraught to speak, while the man was bent on destroying her piece by piece.

This was the same ring Serene had used to propose to him after he retrieved it from the sea years ago. Time had not been kind to the ring. The diamond was missing, and the band had tarnished. Allen ran his fingers over its surface, lost in thought. It struck him that the ring was a fitting metaphor for their marriage: neglected and corroded by imbalance. For five years, he had poured everything into their relationship, while she had taken it all for granted. A marriage built on one-sided effort, without mutual care, was doomed to decay—just like this ring. With a quiet resolution, Allen returned the ring to its box and asked the butler to deliver it to Serene.

The metal feels cold against my skin, a stark reminder of all the broken promises and shattered dreams. Then, with a trembling hand, I tug at the pocket of his blazer, dropping the ring into it. The sound of it hitting the fabric is like a final verdict, sealing the fate of our failed marriage. “Keep it.” I pat the pocket and smirk up at him. “You might need it for another wife.” And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the line that I should not have crossed.

He wouldn't allow any more distractions. "What if our marriage doesn't work out?" Anne asked, resuming the previously interrupted conversation. Ciro remained silent again, not to punish her but to allow himself a minute of reflection. He took his wife's hand, which had the ring on it. That dull accessory was all that united them and a passive love that had not died definitively. -If the marriage doesn't work then we would have to run, flee from each other because you and I are destined to hurt each other. -he said, gently squeezing her hand.

This was like breaking the vows and everything we’ve ever had, he pulled out the ring which he himself slid into my finger. “B…but this is not right.” I murmured. “What is not right is the fact that we’re together, the fact that we’re married!” He answered briskly, staring into my eyes with his emotionless face, “this is a warning, do not tell anyone about our marriage because it was never meant to be, and you will leave at the end of it. Do you understand?”

But I guess a life in high society, with a filthy rich husband, makes everything else pale in comparison. He turned to face her again, then dropped his gaze to her wedding ring. ’Will your husband be joining us here in Kirkwood?’ His voice dripped with sarcasm, stabbing at her gut. All of a sudden the ring felt like it was burning her finger. She touched it nervously, trying in vain to hide it from his sight. ‘We’ve separated, ’she said softly. ’Things didn’t work out. I was foolish, to say the least.’

Outside, thunder cracked closer, the storm finally deciding to arrive. Somewhere down the hall, Adrian Blackwood stood watch. And somewhere between the kiss we stopped and the words we didn’t say, I understood the truth: This marriage wasn’t breaking. It was bending. And when it snapped, it would take us both with it.

Salvatore shook his head, bracing himself on his elbows as she straddled his waist and grabbed his left hand, putting the ring back on his finger. "The next time you take your ring off would be when you're giving me a divorce," Nicole told him, rolling off since her leg ached from the action of straddling him. "The next time you take your ring off I'll know that this won't work anymore." "Wow, okay, so every time I have to wash my hands, or I have to shower or do other activities that require me to take off my ring mean that our marriage has failed?" He teased and Nicole flushed at realizing he was right. "Is that how it works, now?"

Yaz chuckled "Ouch" The high elder opened the rings and blessed them "May these rings bind you together in marriage. May they serve as a union of strength and unity that will weather any storm. May you both find peace in each other when the troubles of the words seem to be too much for any of you to bear."