Marriage Of Another Life Novels & Stories

] The words cut into me like knives, over and over. I was here to catch them in the act, but in the end, I turned and left. I went home and sank into the couch, my eyes lifting to the wedding photo on the wall. "I want everyone who walks in here to see how happy we are." I could still hear him saying it when he hung the frame. I stood up and threw it to the floor with everything I had. It shattered the second it hit, just like our marriage. I stared at the broken glass scattered across the floor, feeling like something inside me had been hollowed out.

I traced the ring on my finger, its gold dull in the dim light. I thought of my mother, who had once told me during my teenage years that marriage is not just about love but about the soil it is planted in. If the soil is too harsh, the flower struggles, she had said. I wondered now what kind of soil I had been planted in, and if love would be enough water.

How could I feel nothing as life and death separated us? “Marco, this time, it really is goodbye.” With the Don dead, chaos erupted around the room. I reached into Marco’s jacket, took the key, unlocked my handcuffs, and walked out without looking back. Now, I was truly free, and I would live my life, just like I had promised. I returned to the research base and never remarried. Love was a riddle with no solution. I had seen it myself. For the rest of my life, there would only be science and the distant horizons waiting ahead.

After that, she stepped closer and said, "I can marry you, but only if you agree that once we're married, we live our own separate lives and don't get in each other's way. Otherwise, I'm not marrying you!" I stared at her coldly. "The one I'm marrying is Michelle Cooper." "Michelle? She can't have kids, and she looks like she's about to collapse. You seriously want to marry her?" Kara covered her mouth and let out a soft laugh. "Even if you marry Michelle, you're not gonna be satisfied. She's so weak that you'll end up sneaking around with someone else sooner or later." Right then, Oscar rushed to Kara's side, his lips shaking.

Let him endure a little longer this time. After all, when the wedding day comes, and the woman waiting at the altar is my sister—not me— won’t he be happier? As I walked, memories rose unbidden. The battlefield. The smoke. The chaos. The way he had bound me to his horse,then turned back alone to hold the enemy pursuit—buying me time with his life. My chest tightened. I had used every means possible to keep Adrian by my side in my previous life. Yet even when he gave me his life,his heart had already died with her—on that northern frontier.

We were married for six years, yet not once did she remember my birthday. However, she had only known Joshua for a month. I thought about what she wrote in her book, how every single day with me was just suffering and sadness. My last bit of hope disappeared, leaving me feeling nothing but tired. Solemnly, I said, "I really want a divorce. "Shirley, let's let each other go." … That night, Shirley did not come back home. She went to stay at the dorm in the factory, a place meant for people without families.

From the time I was 22 until I turned 30, Brianna Everly and I had a wedding every year. The only thing we never had was a marriage certificate. She said she was afraid of marriage, terrified that we'd end up like her parents. So I gave her eight years to prepare herself—until our eighth wedding, when Brianna showed up in the wrong wedding dress. It looked just like the wedding dress she'd always worn for our ceremonies, except for one detail. The name embroidered along the neckline wasn't mine. It was my best friend, Leon Stratford's. I was about to confront Brianna when my brother, Dominic Sterling, grabbed my arm. "Harrison, it's been eight years. What's the point of digging into it no

All of it was me. In my last life, Reyna had spent her whole marriage bitter that she'd never gotten the grand, princess-worthy wedding she'd wanted. And now, in this life, Kaelan was arranging the venue details and the color of the flowers one by one—for a contract marriage with the exact same terms. "I didn't think you'd actually do all of this," I said, and my voice came out smaller than I wanted. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have said so much. It looks like I'm asking for the moon."

"I've signed the papers, and I don't need the house. All I need is for you to disappear from my sight and never show up in my world again." That house was covered in the filthy marks of this woman and her disgusting lover. I wasn't going to live in that den of debauchery. But since that day onward, she never left my side. No matter where I went, she insisted on coming along, as if she was afraid I would leave if she blinked. "Give me a second chance, Gabriel. I swear I'll never hurt you again. Yes, marriage did bore me, but I never wanted to cut it off with you."

The exact night in my first life where he had tried to force himself on me just to consummate this cursed marriage. I stared up at the incredibly smug, entitled face of my new husband, and my stomach churned with disgust. I couldn't believe I was in my third life, dragged all the way back to the timeline where I had just married him. This is my last chance... Fuck... And Matteo? Where is my Matteo? All of the things that happened in my second life... was it all for nothing? All those beautiful, perfect memories of the fierce mafia boss who loved me, who fought for me... did they just disappear into the void?