My Broken Star-crossed Marriage Novels & Stories

I had begged him not to care so much about Paris, to spend more time with me, and to celebrate holidays on the actual day, not after. Alas, he never understood. He always told me I was being unreasonable. He said he wanted a partner who could understand his position, because Paris once had a miscarriage for him. Now that I’d finally made up my mind to walk away, he became the one clinging to the relationship. How ironic. “There’s no point,” I said softly. “Once love is broken, it can’t be put back together. Honestly, I think you and Paris are a better match.” I packed the wedding album into my suitcase and continued sorting my things. James watched me silently before going back into the bedr

Victor comes to my side as we all listen to the reporter, taking my hand and squeezing it. I smile up at him, knowing that he, too, is relieved to see that they’re telling rather…well, rather a romantic story. This could have had a much more scandalous bent, marking Victor as a man who betrayed his mate for a woman who ruined his life twice, but instead… Well, the reporter uses the word “star-crossed lovers” to describe us more than once, a phrase which makes me laugh because of its closeness to the actual reality, which is that we’re astral mates.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

"And now you're telling me you want to go back to that dirt-poor mountain hole in the middle of nowhere? You just can't stand seeing me do well, can you?" I could not hear his yelling anymore. The broken bead in my palm was still warm. It came from the rosary my grandmother had carved from a tree struck by lightning, deep in the mountains. I had worn it for twenty-four years. Fire could not burn it, water could not rot it, and a blade had never left a mark on it. But the instant we scratched open the winning number, it had cracked against my chest with a sharp, piercing sound. The topmost bead, the one nearest the small wooden cross, had snapped clean off the chain.

"Tonight? Alexander, that's insane" "Do you want your two million dollars or not?" He looked at me, and the vulnerability from moments ago was gone. The ice was back. "Because if Sterling exposes us before we're married, the contract is void. You get nothing, and I lose everything. So yes, we're getting married tonight, and yes, it's insane. Welcome to my world, Emma. Nothing about this has ever been sane."

The truth hit the room like an explosion, tearing straight through the polished calm of the wedding. The entire hall erupted. "Teresa's that vicious? Oh, my… She's been with that many men? Doesn't she worry about getting sick?" "And she had the nerve to call someone else trash? She's no better." "Mr. Tucker really got played. The woman he was about to marry has been with who knows how many people!" "So what does that make her? A community property?"

"For five long years, I've bent over backward for you. No matter how hard I tried to bridge the gap between us, our marriage barely held… I've had enough." Joshua's brow furrowed. "I never asked you to bend over backward for me. None of this was ever my doing. You've been pushing yourself all along!" "Exactly. That's why I'm done pushing myself. What's wrong with that?" Winter lowered her head. Staring at the broken hairpin, a bitter smile curled at her lips. "Our marriage is just like this hairpin. Once it's broken, it can never be what it once was." In her youth, she had imagined a love like a tidal wave—powerful enough to sweep away every obstacle.

Or maybe he just needed someone for the time being for some crazy reason. I couldn't dwell on it. I had to live my life and try to forget about him. Who am I kidding, there is no forgetting Tyson Veneto. That man was perfect and I love him. He has ruined me for any other man. Maybe I wasn't meant to live a life of love and happiness. Maybe I am supposed to be a single old lady who gets animals and not kids. It wasn't the life I wanted but maybe having a fiancée and a husband cheat on you is supposed to be your sign. You aren't meant for that, so stop trying. All it does is lead to heartbreak.

Brad was the culprit. He had accumulated massive debts abroad and returned home just to exploit the Cruzes. That was why he had persistently sabotaged my engagement to Olivia, just to take my place. As for Olivia, the heiress who had once basked in adoration, she had fallen from grace. The bankruptcy proved that none of her friends were genuine, and they all left her. Dressed in a cheap dress without a single piece of accessory in sight, she stood outside my office and begged to see me.

“No. I’m cleaning up your mess. You want to keep the house? The money your father left you? You’ll marry who I tell you to marry.” I laughed short, breathless. “You can’t do this.” “Sweetheart, I’ve already done it.” My breath stopped. My thoughts scattered like broken glass. She wasn't finished ruining my life...she just started