Marriage Story Fight Scene Novels & Stories

"You think you have the right to move on when your thing is growing down here? l am sure this isn't the first time you will be stuck." "What?!" "Yes, you are done with your wife long ago but here you are, stuck with her. Now I am carrying your baby and you are stuck in here too. You have nowhere to run to," Marie said and pointed at her stomach. Alex was losing his cool. He rushed towards her but restrained himself at the last moment. He said calmly, "How dare you say I am done with my wife? What do you know? I know what you want.. Sex?" Alex scoffed and Marie turned red with rage. She rushed at him and raised her hand to slap him. Alex grabbed her hand in the air and twisted it. "Don't you

Maybe he got caught up in something else. Yes. That must be it. Noah's face turned grim when he heard my reply. “You’re not even married yet! Do you want to become a widow? What are you waiting for? Just leave!” I snapped back at him, “I’d rather be a widow for life than marry you!” Noah choked on his rage and then grabbed my wrist, trying to take me by force. “I won’t let you do something so foolish!” “Noah, let go!” I didn't expect him to resort to violence. I tried to fight him off, but he wouldn’t let go of my wrist.

Wine glasses freeze midway to mouth and even the pianist stops playing. “Listen up!” Gina announces loudly, swaying slightly in her heels while every hidden camera immediately points toward her. “My husband here- my perfect husband- is a liar, a cheater, and even after his fucking mistress got pregnant for him and tried to kill me, he still refuses to grant me a divorce and-” “Gina!” Mark moves instantly. He shoots up from his chair so fast it nearly topples backward before grabbing her around the waist. She fights him immediately with everything she has got.

Beside me, Maxwell went absolutely still. "Better," Christina said quietly. "Now look at him when you say it." "I can't..." "You're going to have to." Her voice was sharp. "In court, they'll be watching how you interact. If you can't even look at your husband while declaring your love, the judge will notice." Slowly, painfully, I turned toward Maxwell. He was staring straight ahead, jaw locked, every muscle tense. "Maxwell," Christina said. "Same question. Why is this marriage different from a business arrangement?"

As we fought, moving backwards, and forward, tears welled up in my eyes because I knew nothing was going to change for the better. Instead, things were going to continue getting worse. The hair fight confirmed once, and for all that there was no getting back together for I, and Fran. We were done. Our story was over. “Mrs. Flores! Everyone get down! She's coming!” Someone announced, and everyone scrambled to their seats, while the ones at the windows left immediately, running from the wrath of Mrs. Flores. I left Fran immediately, unwilling to be caught, but she used the opportunity to twist my hair even harder, and hit my face.

“You’re a completely useless husband, Marvin! Look at this—your wife was *this close* to becoming a whore! You need to know, and you must never forget: we were about to head to a hotel room for fifteen minutes so the Winston family could secure a one-billion-dollar loan. And what could you do about it? Nothing!” WHAM! Marvin delivered a lightning-fast jab straight to Demian’s face, sending him crashing to the floor. Marvin assumed a ready stance, daring Demian to get up and throw a counterpunch so he could finish him off. Instead, Demian dragged his bruised body backward until he hit the café's patio railing to shield himself from any further attacks. Terrified of Marvin’s muscular physique,

Pulls back the curtain. There are three news vans parked across the street. Cameras. Reporters. All waiting for me to come out. "Oh my God," I whisper. Jeffrey closes the curtain. "Boys, go wait in the garage. I'll be there in a minute." They leave. He turns to me. "I'll drop them off. Then I'm coming back. And we're going to fight this together." "Jeffrey, you don't have to—" "Yes, I do. You're my wife. This is what marriage means. We fight together."

I pull her close, her face close to mine, I can feel her breath touch my face, I almost want to kiss her again, to hold her again, to take her to our bedroom and pin her to the bed and make sweet love to her, but I ignore my innate desires keeping her at arm's length, I can't pressure her like that. “Let me go!!” she yells prompting looks from the butler and maid at the bottom of the stairs looking at the newly married couple in confusion We acted so in love with the media and everyone, I'm sure they were confused by the sight of us fighting already. “Can you stop this Isabella!” I command, my voice booming across the foyer and stairs, they are looking I whisper looking down at her. “Stop te

“Shut up you whore! You think you can make a fool of me again like last time? You have given it to enough guys. Now it’s my turn!” I cried and struggled while he tried to rip off my dress. From the crazy look in his eyes and the huge ball in his pants, I knew if I let him have his way I won’t walk for a week. We struggled like sworn enemies. He was determine, I was desperate. Looking at us no one would believe we were a newlywed couple on our honeymoon night. My struggle seemed to turn him on.

The sound echoes in my chest like a starting gun. I don’t flinch. I already knew. My lawyers prepared the contract this morning. But watching the color drain from her beautiful face, watching her perfect control shatter right in front of me, sends a dark, possessive thrill racing through every nerve in my body. Marriage. One year. Sophia Laurent in my penthouse. Sleeping in my bed. Wearing my ring while she fights me with every breath she takes. The thought makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.