Novel & Cerita How Does The Perfect Marriage End

However, one thing was for sure, she will never regret her decision to choose Deric as her companion for life. In the end, the perfection of love can only be achieved when both hearts can accept each other's flaws. True love was still present in everyone who believes. "I really love you, Deric." END

She let herself drow into tears. She didn't know why they ended up like this. This was supposed to be a happy marriage. It was supposed to be her happy ending.

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

he murmured, before capturing my lips in a soft, deeply tender kiss. As we stood on the balcony, wrapped in each other's arms under the starlight, I looked out at the vast world before us. The pain, the loneliness, and the dark betrayals of the last five years were finally gone, washed away by the light of a new beginning. We had survived the ultimate test, and as I leaned into my husband’s chest, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart, I knew that nothing would ever be able to tear us apart again. Our story had finally found its perfect, happy ending. The End.

I hated his deception and the pain he caused me, but seeing him collapse after taking the blade for me, all my resentment mixed with emotions I could not name. Enrico struggled to lift his hand, as if to touch my face, but it fell weakly mid-air. "Because... you're the only woman... I'll ever acknowledge... as my wife..." His breathing grew weaker. "I never gave you... a real wedding... I'm sorry..." Before he could finish, his head drooped, and he fell silent forever. I stood there, staring at his lifeless body. My heart felt empty. This man, who had deceived and hurt me for five years, had finally paid for his mistakes with his life. All the love, hate, and grievances ended with his death.

Now I realized fate had only been playing another cruel joke. For the first time, the thought of divorce became completely clear. Enough was enough. He should fulfill the promise he had made to Isabella. And I should return to the peaceful life I had always wanted. Not every marriage ended with shouting, betrayal, or dramatic heartbreak. Some simply reached their ending quietly. A calm afternoon. A peaceful conversation. A single realization that the story had already reached its final page. Every ending leaves signs along the way. The beginning. The growth. The climax.

Else why would you marry her when she's as straight as a ruler, flat as a board and talks like she was raised in a jungle. A little piece of advice: that child isn't going to make it. There's a lot of people who are fighting to make that happen. I love you. I always will. You're the only man for me. I'm the only woman for you. The perfect sub for you, sir. I can't wait to see you this weekend. Find me if you can. With love and a dire need to be spanked, Penny. --- By the time I finished reading, my heart was nearly bursting out of my chest. There was no doubting it now. This was the end of our marriage. No woman would watch that horrible video and read this vicious note and still look at her

“Dean never talks about your marriage. Not really. What… were you two like. Is it weird I stalk old photos of the two of you?” Evelyn sighed, swirling her wine. Her eyes grew distant. “We were perfect,” she said. “In the way that hurricanes are perfect. Passionate. Smart. Always ahead of the curve. But we didn’t know how to stop competing. Or how to heal when we hurt each other.” “That sounds… intense.” “It was.” She looked at me. “We loved each other, but we broke each other too. And then we just… stopped trying.” There was a strange melancholy in her voice. Not regret. Just memory.

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.

"What! What are you saying?!" "I Have to end our marriage, Tameka!" "No, no, no! Why?! Why is this happening? It isn't right. It's insane!"