Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Estranged Couples

The next few days passed in a strange, muted haze on the set of Star Crossed Lovers. The vibrant energy that usually defined the production had dimmed. Ahaan and Aneet moved in the same orbit but were separated by a million miles of unspoken words and deliberate avoidance. They saw each other on set, sometimes just a few feet apart, sometimes standing near the same craft table. But they didn’t speak. Their schedules barely aligned, their characters didn’t share scenes that week.

She looked at the camera with the loving gaze he knew so well, smiling as she said, “Victor, this is the fifth anniversary present I prepared for you and the family. I put all my energy into this game, in the hopes that it could provide the last push you need to officially take over the family.” The last frame paused on her smile, full of anticipation. She had ended the email with one last sentence. “Victor, if this marriage was a sham from the start, then I’ll give both of us the release we truly want.” Her loving expression in the video, the cold farewell in the email, Summer’s mocking laughter in the recording, and the painfully clear words in the medical report… All of it formed the absu

“Damion, what is this? Divorce papers? On our anniversary?” His face remains cold, detached, as if this is just another business transaction. “Yes, Isabelle. This farce has gone on long enough. It’s time we end things. You’re empty. Heaven knows you have no eggs to be hatched.” I can barely breathe. The sounds of the party grow distant, muted by the ringing in my ears. “You’re ending our marriage because I can’t give you a child? Because your father won’t let it go?”

Efrain and Marissa immersed themselves in each other, their bodies entwined in a timeless dance. As the fire crackled in the hearth and the moon cast its soft glow through the window, they surrendered to the primal rhythm of their love, their hearts beating as one. In that sacred space, they found peace in each other's arms, their souls intertwined in a bond that transcended the physical realm. And as the night wore on, they reveled in the ecstasy of their union, savoring every moment as if it were their last. For in that fleeting moment of passion, they found eternity, a timeless embrace that would forever bind them together in the tapestry of their love.

The war might’ve been long gone, but trauma remains. When everyone left, I climbed onto his lap and pecked at his juicy lips. “Would you like to know, what’s on today’s menu” “Babe please, we’re at work” Taking my embarrassed self off of him, I He’s been so distant. I remember how he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Now we don’t even sleep in the same bed. There are no arguments, but there’s also intimacy. Sometimes it would be nice to just cuddle and don’t get me started on the quickies.

He slammed the door hard and went to say his goodbyes to Jade. Poor Jade looking so broken hearted. He grabbed her around her waist and kissed her deeply. Not caring if the entire world watched. He loved her and everybody would just have to accept that fact. He could be doomed to be married to this princess but in no way would that mean that he would live without Jade. Not going to happen, even if he lost everything. His plan was to make his bride as miserable as he could and maybe she would file for divorce granting him everything. ***

Theodore whispered. Oscar was a lot harder at home than he was trying to convince her to get married and he’d barely even stared at her as well. Even though she was merely his contract wife, an acknowledgment of her existence would be the bare minimum but seeing him walk out those doors in anger, one thing was obvious— —that Oscar was very much still in love with Francesca, almost as much as she was with Damien unfortunately. But now if they both still liked their exes, how on earth were they supposed to make this work?

“From the fact that our divorce had been exactly three years and seven months long!” Christina felt herself panic as she glared at him with daggers in her eyes. “Why do you have to force me, Michael?” He gave a cold smile. “I just want to know the truth.” “Fine, I’ll give you the truth! I’m not married.” Hate began to pool within Christina, and if eyes could kill, Michael would definitely be a dead man by now. “Travis was born out of wedlock. My lover died a day before we could register our marriage. He left us behind and went to heaven. This is the truth. Are you happy now?”

he said. I pulled away from him and blinked back. “But…Travis…we…promised not to…” He laughed. “Yes,” he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “But sex isn’t the only thing married people do on a honeymoon. We can do all the rest.” I giggled. In a way, I was embarrassed. I was becoming too defensive. I constantly reminded him about our deal, when he might not even have been interested in that! He might have gotten used to just kissing me and hugging me. But making love was an entirely different story. We both knew that our relationship was…special. Unique. It was beautiful the way it was. To cross the line…would put so much at stake. And I didn’t think either of us was prepared for the conseq

"Sleep, my love." It had been twenty-five years since she'd last been so close to him. And every single day had been a living hell. Oh, she had her family, her niece who was like a daughter to her and the London society which adored her. But she hadn't had him. Every time she'd see him somewhere, at a ball, or occasionally in the theatre with his wife on his arm, it would feel like someone had taken a knife to her breast. He had tried to talk to her after he'd married, but she'd rebuffed all his efforts. The entire ton was aware of the estrangement between the Viscount Townshend and his Viscountess, but that had brought her little satisfaction. After her anger had subsided, she'd realised th