Running Away From Marriage Leaving Deception Behind Novels & Stories

She could feel her pulse racing, confusion and disbelief washing over her. “Please, Zara,” he said, leaning closer. “Leave him. Be with me. I’ll make you happy.” Her heart dropped. “No… no, sir. You’ve got it wrong. I’m fine. I’m happily married,” she lied, voice trembling. “I can’t leave my marriage for you.” The park had grown eerily quiet. She glanced around the benches were empty now, the sky dimming into twilight. “I need to leave,” she said quickly, standing up.

Another one follows, then another, and that instant, I realize with startling clarity that this marriage didn’t end tonight. It ended long ago. And I’ve been living with a lie, under the same roof as them, for the sake of a child and an illusion of stability. I turn away before the door can open, before I do something I can’t undo. By the time I reach our bedroom, my hands have stopped shaking. Because I have finally seen my marriage for what it is, and it’s time I actually walked away without caring what anyone thinks.

Casey said, touching her forehead. "I'm not pranking you! I don't care if you tell my parents about it. They can't control my life anymore. I have to decide for my own life and for my own happiness! We're not married! You're not my wife and I'm not your husband, Casey! Our marriage contract was fake. Our marriage is invalid. If it's fake, we're not married. You're not my wife indeed. I'm free to do anything I want in my life. I'm free to marry the woman I love and not you. We're done, Casey. You can go back to the place where you belong. Besides, you found your father and you can stay with him and start your life again. You have to leave this house. You should pack up your clothes and other

I could feel my body trembling slightly under his gaze but I don’t plan to back down. “I ran away from this,” I set my cold gaze upon Harris. “I ran away from Harris.” His smirk slid from his face, my mother’s eyes widened in horror and my father looked like he might explode. “You what!?” he barked out. “I didn’t get cold feet. I didn’t panic. I left because I didn’t want to marry him.” I didn’t even glance in Harris’s direction. My father turned to my mother, gesturing wildly. “Are you hearing what she’s saying? Do you understand what that means? That every goddamn reporter who said the wedding was a sham, they were right!”

The corners of my lips lift all too naturally as I turn to face him; I hope my smile reaches my eyes. I am the only one with the memories of our marriage. The only one with the memories of the days he chose to rush to his mate without caring how I appeared in my social groups. The only one who was comforted with words like ‘Men cheat, it is okay to excuse him as long as he comes back to you.’ The look of disgust forming on his face must be because of my choice of words-- ‘groom-to-be’. He doesn’t bother to school his expression. He doesn't want this marriage, and neither do I—who would want to run back to him? But I need to leave home; I need first to escape Mother’s claws; the rest will fol

I massaged my head and let out a deep sigh. This is really the biggest problem of the luxurious like me, easily fooled! I groaned frustratedly. "I left and moved away because I ran away from my marriage. Then, what? Suddenly, I'm married?!"

"You, had hurted me badly, you had spoiled our friendship. Surprisingly, now how could you appear in front of me and reason that you had feelings for me or that you could marry me. You kept me in oblivion." "Now, when I know all the things, I won't let this drama go on any further, it's enough of deception and lies. I will sort out the things myself and I want you to leave the stage right now. Disappear in blue and don't come back for this marriage. No marriage was ever going to happen. Either you leave the place, or else I would make sure that this marriage don't take place." Trying to get out this situation I gave him a practical situation, which I belived he would accept and act according

“Then you can’t divorce me. You love me, so you can’t leave me. I want you to stay by my side forever. I don’t want to lose you. Let’s stay together.” “I won’t. I can’t bear it. The betrayal cut deep, shattering the trust and bond we had built over the years. It felt like a knife to the heart, leaving me questioning everything I believed about our relationship—about our marriage. The pain of knowing that someone I held dear could deceive me so profoundly is unbearable.” “I don’t want to deceive you. I’m sorry. I regret everything, honey,” he pleaded desperately. “Please give me a second chance to prove my love for you.”

“I’m tired. Tired of pretending, tired of hoping for something that maybe never was. I want my life back, my real life. The one that belongs to me, not this… charade.” My voice cracked a little, and I wiped at my eyes, embarrassed by my own vulnerability. “So, do I want to save my marriage? Maybe. But only if he’s willing to be honest, willing to fight for it. If not… then I think it’s time to walk away. To find myself again.” She squeezed my hand gently and smiled, a quiet reassurance that no matter what, I wouldn’t have to face it alone. I felt bad for lying to her, but it's better to leave her in the dark for now. She has to think I want to save my marriage somehow, and not blow my cover.

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.