My Broken Star-crossed Marriage Novels & Stories

Then, he turned and left. A month later, we finalized the divorce. He gave me most of the company's profits from those years. I accepted without hesitation. A year later, I officially started dating Cedric. At 30, I had my second wedding with him. Much later, I found out that on the very day Cedric and I got married, Benjamin died in a car accident. All I felt was a quiet sense of reflection. Pink subtitles floated across my vision once more… [This 'second male lead wins' storyline is way more satisfying than all those chasing-after-the-wife or getting-back-together plots.]

' 'That heartless woman! She had used this method to take revenge on me. On top of the divorce agreement was a folded medical report. My hands trembled violently with rage, barely able to hold the thin sheet of paper. It was a miscarriage report. "No... It can’t be..." I muttered to myself, feeling the world spin around me. I tried to reach out to Jessica telepathically, but it was as if an invisible wall kept us apart. It was impenetrable. Jessica had completely severed our connection.

The second was MARRIAGE. Her fingers went numb. The papers trembled in her grip. She read the first paragraph three times, and each time the words rearranged themselves into the same impossible sentence: the marriage between Marcus Hale and Sophia Ward is irretrievably broken. “It’s better this way,” Marcus said. He said it the way someone talks about switching to a new phone plan. Light. Practical. Like he was doing her a favor. “We both know this hasn’t been working. I’ve outgrown—”

“Anyone can photoshop this.“ She said, I took my phone from her and searched for the picture of our marriage certificate. When I saw it, I handed my phone to her. “Anyone can still make this.“ She said and I frowned what would it take for her to believe that I'm his wife. And why the hell was she she not believing it? “Why aren't you believing anything I say?“ I asked her. She twitched her lips. “Well that's because I know the man I've been working for and he is not someone that would fall in love and get married, I mean he only went on a one month break and you say he is married to you, that doesn't make sense Brianna.“ She said. I guess it's true because Diego and I are only married on pap

“I understand not coming to our wedding, but he was your best friend and he died... And you didn't even have the courage to show up” “He deserved better, Sofia. And I wasn't the best for him," I said simply hoping she would understand. Sofia was about to say something, got ready, opened her mouth and... closed again. Years ago this would never have happened, Sofia always had something to say, even if it was one of her clever jokes. But this Sofia now was different. This Sofia had scars and baggage that I didn't know about. She had been married, had had a husband and a home, and lost both. That leaves a mark on people.

Her mind was spinning, but at the same time, something within her was settling. So many pieces were falling into place, so many things finally making sense. This was no longer a simple heartbreak. It was a tragedy—layered, complex, and cruel. Three hearts, tangled in a mess none of them had truly asked for. In the end, they were all broken. No one had truly won. And in that clarity, Lara saw the painful truth: this marriage had never been a blessing. It had been cursed from the very start. Not just for her—but for all of them.

Of all the things that could fall and break, his and Amara's marriage certificate happened to be the lucky one. Tobias looked down at the certificate, now framed with shattered glass. His gaze locked onto the "Tobias and Amara" at the bottom, coincidentally split by a large crack between the two names. The fury that filled him just seconds ago was gone, leaving only a hollow feeling as he realized his grandfather's blessing on their marriage wasn't as powerful as he'd imagined. Because tomorrow, like that damaged marriage certificate, he and Amara would be permanently separated. In the end, they had failed to live up to grandfather's expectations after all. No, he had failed to live up to hi

That infuriated her so much that she went off on a bout of swearing before saying she wouldn't bother with me ever again. Now, it looked like everything Winona had said was true. "I don't want to marry you anymore. Kiara Sommer, I don't love you anymore. I just want to go home…" My expression was stony as I ripped my wrist from her grasp. A tinge of violent malice flashed in Kiara's eyes when she heard that. "This is your home. Where else are you going? Who are you going to marry if not me?" "Kia, since he's discovered the truth, let's not wait till tomorrow," Cain stated lowly.

From head to toe, there was not a single inch of intact skin left on my body. My forehead was split open, my face was horribly swollen, the corners of my mouth were torn, and both my arms and legs were broken. I looked exactly like a puzzle that had been brutally trampled under someone's shoe—shattered into a hundred scattered pieces on the floor, impossible to ever fit back together again. A violent shudder ran straight through Logan’s frame. He reached out his hands, desperate to touch me, but he hovered mid-air, utterly unable to find a single spot on my body that wasn't covered in agonizing trauma.

“He loved another woman. Her name is Clara. He told me I was boring, ordinary, that I had nothing left to give him. I gave him everything, Damian! We started with nothing, remember? I worked two jobs when we were first married just to help us save money. I cooked every meal, cleaned every corner, put his needs before mine every single day for three years! I loved him more than I loved myself. And he threw me away like I was trash, just because he found someone new and exciting.” I covered my face with my hands, sobbing softly, letting out all the pain I had been carrying inside for weeks. I expected him to feel awkward, or uncomfortable, or to say something generic like “I’m sorry”, but inst