Love Lost In A Broken Marriage Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

But something that was real and had been real and I had been living inside it without knowing the full shape of it. And I was still leaving. That part hadn’t changed. Because love, even real love, did not cover what this marriage had done to me. The miscarriage he’d walked away from. The dinners. The hospital bed. The monitored phone and the bought company and the years of being reduced to a function. But I was tired of lying to myself about there being nothing here. “I need to ask you something,” I said. “Okay.” “And I need you to answer honestly. Not strategically. Not in a way that gets you what you want. Just honestly.”

"Then you lose custody for sixteen months! That's the consequence!" We stared at each other. Everything said. Nothing fixed. "I'm fighting this," he said quietly. "I know. Fight. You'll lose. But fight." "Why are you doing this?" "Because I love her more than I love you. Because her wellbeing matters more than our marriage. Because I'm done choosing a broken marriage over a healthy daughter." "We could fix the marriage—" "No. We can't. This is broken. Irreparably. And I'm done trying." He looked at me. Hurt. Angry. Resigned.

Chapter Two: The Wedding Without Love ‎ ‎The chapel smelled of fresh roses, a scent that should have brought warmth, but instead it felt like a cruel reminder of what I had lost. My white gown clung to me awkwardly, heavy with silk and expectation, as I walked down the aisle. Every step echoed in the hollow space, matching the emptiness in my chest. ‎ ‎The congregation’s murmurs floated around me like ghosts. Everyone here believed this was a celebration, a day of love. But I knew better. This was a business transaction disguised in satin and lace. A marriage contract. A sentence. My life, no longer my own.

"Annie, I'm sorry. Marina twisted her ankle. Let's postpone the marriage registration." Bertrand Callum bailed on me with just one phone call from his secretary, Marina Ellison. The light of hope in my eyes dimmed instantly. It was happening again. I couldn't even recall when it started, when anything concerning Marina began to take priority over me. Even something as important as registering our marriage…I had become the one left behind. I found a spot to sit and waited for a long time.

7 Months Later Ronica Risconce silently congratulated herself as she stared at the finalized copies of the divorce documents. She had read it many times already, always checking if it was real and not just her fantasy. After eight years of loveless manipulation, she was finally free from James' shackles and Mona's malevolence. She was a Risconce once again, the beloved heiress of the Risconce family; the musical celebrity and genius; and the elevated fiancee of the very much respected Eric Strauss.

Sarah’s POV. I barely made it home before the tears started falling. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I slid down to the floor, burying my face in my hands. The image of Richard and Susan, smiling and happy, flashed through my mind. My heart ached, the pain sharp and deep. The man I had loved, the one who never loved me back, had left me for his mistress. He had walked away from our marriage like it was nothing. And now, he was happy, ready to start a new life with her.

“What kind of job are we talking about?” “A contract marriage,” Emma said. Sonia blinked, then laughed nervously, thinking her friend was joking. But when she saw Emma’s serious expression, the smile faded. For sure her friend was serious. “Wait. What? A contract marriage? Like in those drama series?” Emma nodded. “Yes. Apparently, there’s this wealthy guy who needs a wife. And guess what?” Emma asked, watching Sonia adjust herself properly on the couch. “Wait, there’s more?” Sonia asked; her eyes widened; the whole story was getting interesting.

“What are you talking about?” “Oh, come on,” she said with a laugh, brushing a hand against his chest. “It’s obvious this marriage is for show. I’m just saying, you don’t have to keep up the act with me. I won’t judge.” Carter grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but controlled. “Don’t touch me. And don’t you dare talk about my marriage like you know anything about it?” For the first time, Loretta’s confidence faltered. She stepped back slightly, but the smirk never fully left her face. “You don’t have to be so uptight. No one will know. Not Iris, not anyone.”

He would have managed, of course, because she was a friend, but it would have been exhausting. “Okay, we’ve talked about my broken fingers now,” he said and took a quick swig from his beer. “What about your broken heart? Or did you break his?” She blinked at the unusual introduction but seemed okay with it. “No…” she slowly said while stirring around in her soup. “He broke mine.” She ate a spoonful, before she continued. ”It’s a bit complicated. Because actually–” Suddenly her voice failed her and she turned away, blinking frantically to chase away tears.

But he also heard how her mother felt about them getting back together for the first time. "Mom, what you are saying makes no sense. You were the one who raised me to believe marriage is sacred and shouldn't be just tossed aside. It's a vow before God!" Mrs. Love breaks down in tears with her head hanging down, saying. "I don't want to see you hurt! I want you to have a good life with someone who loves and appreciates you." She lifts her head, saying. "And now look at you! You are about to throw it all away! For what, Meeka?"