My Broken Star-crossed Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

The truth is that we were always doomed from the start. I have spent the better part of my life wondering how it would be to be married to him and every scenario I imagined was perfect, I rough that we were going to have an epic love affair but it is obvious that I was very wrong. We are like star crossed lovers because whenever we seem to be happy, something always happens to mess things up. I know that everyone was expecting me to fail in my marriage, I heard what the reporters said. They said that it wouldn't last a month with him, it might have taken longer than a month but it is happening.

he continued. “You just got better leave that for later,” “I would like to talk to you,” I added as I held his hand. “What is it?,” he asked. I smiled. “Giuseppe and I are getting married,” I smiled. “Lucia…, I thought you didn't love him,” “I was stupid then,” “You are not, the engagement has been broken off,” he said as he sat up. “It hasn't, not officially,” I replied. “Are you sure you are fine with that?. Is it because of the underworld?,” he asked softly.

‎ ‎My vision blurred. ‎ ‎I stopped reading. ‎ ‎“I—” My voice cracked. “I thought this was a marriage in name only.” ‎ ‎Ethan straightened slowly. ‎ ‎“You thought,” he repeated softly. Then his expression hardened. “That was your first mistake.” ‎ ‎I swallowed and continued, my heart pounding violently. ‎ ‎7.You will not ask about my past. ‎Curiosity is a privilege you have not earned. ‎ ‎8.You will not threaten to leave.

I said, though my voice sounded weak, even to myself. “Am I?” she mocked. “Maybe you should ask him yourself. Oh wait—you can’t. Because you’re no longer his wife. You’re just… his past.” Tears burned behind my eyes, but I bit down hard on my lip, refusing to let her hear me cry. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I hung up on her. The line went dead. Silence rushed in, heavy and suffocating. My heart broke all over again. How could he? After everything… after I had loved him so much.

Not forcing. Just waiting. It made it harder to hide. “It’s not one thing,” I said slowly. “It doesn’t have to be.” I looked away briefly, my arms folding loosely around myself. “It was a marriage that fell apart before it even really began,” I said. “Promises that didn’t mean anything. A man who…” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “…who made me feel like I was too much one moment and not enough the next.” Dylan’s expression changed.

The divorce from Sean went off without a hitch. Rowena got the boot and did not get a dime. After Bennett gave her a piece of his mind and everyone else gave her the cold shoulder, she had no choice but to crawl back to Sean. However, Sean was practically broke, barely getting by himself. Supporting her? Not a chance. Rowena's kick had left Sean with a bum leg that twisted as it healed. Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled.

Nina looked at him and smiled faintly. Then she loosened her grip. With a sharp crack, the frame hit the floor and shattered into pieces. “When you tell your father, remember to include this part too.” Behind her, Liam screamed. Nina ignored him. She kicked aside the broken glass and stepped out the door. The shards scattered across the floor looked just like her marriage. Just like her life at that moment. Broken beyond repair. Hopeless beyond words. But there was nothing else to do. Some things had to be destroyed before anything new could begin.

She said yes. But just weeks after that promise, death came knocking again. Oasis was gone. And she was left to pick up the pieces—again. She had sworn never to fall in love again. Not after all the failed relationships. Not after being abandoned on the altar once by Lava Xovert, the first man who broke her in ways she never thought possible. Not after burying the only man who treated her like a treasure. Marriage, to her, was a curse.

“That this is what you wanted. That you’re happy. You’re not. I can see it.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the bouquet still clutched in my lap. The roses were already wilting, petals bruised from the day’s cruelty. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. A humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and bitter. “Neither did I.” And in that moment, I realized the truth: We were strangers bound by broken pieces. Two scarred souls forced into a union neither of us believed in. The question wasn’t whether we could survive it. It was whether we would destroy each other in the process.

I said, peering at him. “They look happier today,” he said, and I chuckled, looking at the sand beneath my feet. “I wasn’t talking about the stars in the sky,” I said. “Nor was I,” he said, looking at me. “Have you heard about star-crossed lovers?” “Lovers who end up tragically?” “Yup. Don’t you think we are star-crossed lovers?” I felt a sting in my chest, “why so?” “We tragically love each other,” he said.