Running Away From Marriage Leaving Deception Behind Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jasmine had entered the marriage believing she was becoming someone's wife. She never realized she was becoming part of someone else's plan. Her heart shattered. Her trust disappeared. And for the first time, Jasmine wondered if she had ever truly known the man she married. She wanted to leave. She wanted to walk away from Jared, from their marriage, and from every lie hidden behind their vows. But Jared begged her to stay. Just one year. That was all he needed before he could claim his inheritance. Jasmine knew she should say no. She knew she should walk away.

Jordan POV. "Leave everything behind, let's go," I tell Micah, it's time to leave this damn pack behind, time to leave the pain, and trust issues behind, he can trust me, I'm his mate, and I'm the one who'd never hurt him. "Jordan..." Micah stops me, is he having second thoughts? It's not the best timing for this, the alpha and everyone else is busy with their training, and they won't notice us taking off, leaving this god damned place.

She followed every lead, watched every possible connection, and chased every rumor tied to my name. I felt almost nothing when I heard it. Maybe she had loved me. Maybe part of her always had. But the moment she chose to lie to me, the moment she built our marriage around Lucian and left me in the dark, that love stopped being something I could trust. Whatever she felt afterward, however much she suffered, it could not make that betrayal clean. The day I left, I made myself one promise: from then on, I would live for myself. I would stop waiting to be chosen. I would stop measuring my worth by who loved me more. I would build a life that belonged to me, even if I had to do it alone.

“You do really have no shame.” That wiped the amusement off her face. “You don’t get to tell me that,” she huffed. “You were the one who left your lawfully wedded wife for me.” “Because you got in the way,” I growled. “You lied to me! You deceived me! You made me believe that you were the woman I’d sought all my life.” “And you think that was enough reason to leave your wife,” she sprang up to her feet as if she was stung.

I cut him off, voice low and trembling, “was thinking you would never hurt me. Thinking you wouldn’t do what every other man has done.” He took a breath. “Our marriage—” “I know exactly what our marriage is,” I snapped. “Fake. A contract. A temporary arrangement. And you know what? Good. That makes this easier.” I zipped the suitcase harshly. “I’m leaving.” Orion’s expression tightened. “You’re not going anywhere.” “I’m leaving,” I repeated firmly, locking eyes with him. “And I’ll send Salle to deliver the divorce papers. Then you can have Ravenna all to yourself.”

I want to leave, but I can't bear to be away from him. My phone buzzes with a text message, interrupting my melancholy thoughts. The message is from an unknown number, but the content leaves no doubt about the sender's identity. "I know you saw our wedding the other day. How did it feel, watching your 'husband' marry the woman he actually loves? Tomorrow we're making it official domestically too - Sebastian is taking me to get our marriage license. You're welcome to watch that ceremony as well. - Blair" I read the message, take a screenshot, and block Blair's number without a second thought. The damage is done, and my resolve to leave grows even stronger.

“The reason I disappeared so completely was because I had already passed the audition for an out-of-town performing arts company. “I used the company’s paperwork to file for a court-approved divorce. The decree’s already been finalized. I have my copy. “Yours is probably buried somewhere in a stack of documents in your office, or maybe it never made it to your unit. But whether you know it or not, our marriage is already over. “Congratulations. You can finally be with Clara Bailey and the child you have with her openly.” At the mention of the child that had never belonged to her, a sharp ache still pierced through her chest. “No…” Daniel’s eyes were hollow as he murmured in a daze, “No… that

Alex's steady breathing fills the room, a rhythmic reminder of the life I've pledged myself to—a life that now feels like a beautifully crafted facade, ready to crumble under the weight of my deceit. The truth is a bitter pill, jagged and hard to swallow. My marriage, once a beacon of stability, has dimmed to an ember, warmth long extinguished by years of neglect and silence. In the quiet reflection of the night, the admission claws its way to the surface, stark and undeniable: my heart has vacated the premises of this union.

“This is not proper.” “Her face must not be revealed.” “We cannot allow this.” They began to move away. “No, please,” I said desperately. Then I turned to the bride. And I lied. “My husband abuses me,” I said, my voice breaking. “I need to escape. He cheats on me… starves me… keeps me away from my family.” I lowered my head. “It feels like a prison.” I forced tears into my voice. “It hurts…” A pause. Then “Alright,” the bride said softly.

“My father knew I hated him. He knew I wanted out of that nightmare. I think… I think he did this on purpose. One last twisted game from the beyond.” Roman’s hands curled into fists. “Did they hurt you?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. The silence said enough. His face darkened like thunderclouds on the edge of breaking. He didn’t press. Just waited. “I lied to them,” I whispered. “I told them I was already married. Just to get out of it. To maneuver the clause. But…” My voice cracked. “I don’t have a husband. I never did. The only person who ever agreed to pretend… disappeared a few weeks ago. And I still don’t know if he’s alive or dead.”