My Broken Star-crossed Marriage Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You'd rather marry a paraplegic and not me?" I lunged at him like a tigress and slapped him across the face. The look in my eyes was icier than the tundra. "Insult my husband again, Quinton. I dare you. We broke up years ago, so don't try to act like the loving boyfriend here." Christopher gulped. Clearly and loudly, he said, "Broken up? You only thought we'd broken up! I never said yes! I've been looking for you all these years, and I never got married because I was waiting for you! You promised me you'd never abandon me!"

Breakable. I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve pushed him away, screamed at him, reminded him that this marriage was a lie. But instead, I kissed him back. Because the worst part wasn’t the kiss. It was how badly I wanted it. --- We broke apart, breathless, eyes wide. “I—” I started, but I didn’t know what to say. His expression was unreadable again. But this time, I saw the storm behind the calm. “This never happened,” he said, stepping back.

she jabbed a finger toward me "....pushed her down those stairs out of jealousy." "Where is Sara now?" Cross asked. "Why isn't she here to speak for herself?" "She's recovering," Damian answered stiffly. "The shock of yesterday's events triggered her healing, but she's still weak." I nearly laughed at that. Sara, weak? Never in her life. Elder Marjorie spoke again, her voice calm amid the tension. "Dissolving a pack marriage is serious business. It has happened only twice in the last hundred years." "And both times," Cross noted, "it was because one mate was proven unworthy of the other."

Grief fills me as my arms extend to catch myself. If I die, Roman will never forgive himself. My left wrist connects with a crunch. I broke my wrist. The scream I’ve been trying to push out of my lungs from by bruised throat. Finally lets loose, and it’s filled with pain. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to get married, have babies and live a happy and beautiful life with Rome. Right before my head hits the next step, the front door bursts open, and light floods into the room.

Rina liked to think about things in compartments, consisting of contents that never crossed parts no matter how hard the cosmos tried to shake and pull them together. It was like her deals with acting, and her life when she was still married to Finn. As much as possible, Rina tried not to let these two distinct worlds get mixed up, and the minute she’d realized there was a chance of that happening, she’d chosen one over the other, even though in the end, it had turned out to be a very bad decision.

When I married this woman, my plan was to break her and through her, break her family. But she might have been broken long before she came to me. I'm surrounded by broken people who have pasts that would fill a horror bookstore. I am broken. Dante is broken. Cane is broken. Every single man and woman working in the underground business is broken. Even Dalinda and Milton are broken. I live in a broken life. So, why did seeing my wife broken bother me this much? Something deep inside of me wanted to comfort her. Some twisted part of me wanted to reach for her and hold her tight, wipe her tears from her eyes.

Blue blemishes were prominent, as well as scratches. My blood pressure accelerated, more because Zion was out of my hands. He couldn't stand by the fact his 'supposed mate' was hurt. He was ready to burn the whole town and find out who treated her this way. He acted as if she solely belonged to him, but we both somehow knew it's just a result of our frustration, we were tired of finding our beloved mate.

Their journey, marked by suffering and separation, had led them to this moment of reunion and happiness. Love had found its way, defying the challenges and uncertainties that had once kept them apart. The stars, once crossed, now aligned to grant Adam, Mariah, and Ella the well-deserved happy ending they had fought for and earned through the trials of their shared past.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

“If I cheated on my wife, people would say that it’s not surprising. People always seem to assume that men are the ones that cheat on their partners.” “Well, I guess so. How did you accept it?” “I saw her happy and I barely saw her happy in the last year of our marriage. We were both miserable and just staying because of our marriage vows. We both were dying inside being together. She needed someone else to keep her alive.” “You both broke your vows.” “Sometimes, vows are broken to make us a better person. I can’t speak for everyone but I don’t regret being divorced. We weren’t just meant to be.” He replied.