Running Away From Marriage Leaving Deception Behind Mga Nobela at Kwento

Diana sadly explained. She had been having so good, why did it have to be now. It would be difficult to get along with her husband. "I have to leave right away. It's tomorrow and there has to be proof we are actually living together." Maria helped packed her bags. Diana knew the journey back to her husband's mansion— leaving behind her distraught best friend— was going to prove being the hardest task yet. Diana could not hold back her tears as she hugged her friend tightly and whispered words of comfort.

Of all the things he could say… it had to be that word. Divorce. After two years of dating in college, and after four years of marriage, they were going to leave everything behind. “Why?” She questioned, her voice shaking. “Are you leaving me for Vanessa?” He stared into her eyes with no emotion at all. “Don’t drag Vanessa into this. She’s the company’s brand ambassador, even your father himself praised.” Then Nathaniel told her the truth she had already known. “Our marriage was never real. I used it to get close enough to destroy your father.”

"The stress you're putting her through isn't helping. We can't gamble with this pregnancy just because you can't keep your focus." Richard clenched his fists. He looked at Alana, who was crying beside her mother, and felt a smothering weight in his chest. He was trapped in a secret marriage born out of desperation, tied to a family that constantly dragged him down. "Fine," Richard said, his voice flat. "I'm leaving." "Richard!" Alana called out, but he didn't look back. He turned on his heel, yanked the door open, and walked out without another word, leaving them behind as he tried to figure out where Rory could have gone—and how to escape the mess he was in.

she accuses and gets off me. We actually sound like a real couple. We are damn good at this pretence thing. “What? Who are even those?” I ask defensively. “The women you’ve been cheating with all over the world.” I also sit up and stroke her braids. “Yet here I am marrying you.” “Because your friend is forcing us to. We’ve been engaged for months yet you chose to leave.” “Chose to leave? Are you hearing yourself? I left so I could take care of our enemy!”

t “But for the other topic, I don’t think I will be that generous to overlook it. Not when you proposed to me with an intent to deceive and also lured me into marrying you under false pretence.” She ended with frost and I could only stare at her before opening the door to silently walk away. There was nothing more to say!

“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. A mistake. It shouldn’t happen again.” He watched me quietly, not joking now. I took a breath and forced myself to keep going. “We have an agreement,” I said. “A contract. A fake marriage.” I looked at him then, really looked at him, making sure he heard me. “This isn’t real,” I said firmly. “It was never meant to be.” His jaw tightened just a little. “Once your father transfers the company to you,” I continued, “I leave. That’s the deal. I walk away.”

" After this long explanation, Kai suddenly fell silent. He lowered his head, voice soft and low. "Carrie… we've been married for three years." He let go of my hand and gently cupped my cheek, his warm palm pressing against my skin as I met his gaze. "It's my fault. I threw myself into work and neglected your feelings. But can you please trust me just a little more? I'll explain everything. I'll deal with the situation with Briana. I just… I'm begging you, don't leave me again. Please?"

he said, voice dropping lower, “why did you leave me after that night? You disappeared. No note, no call. Nothing.” I wanted to tell him the truth. That it was a mistake. That I hadn’t even known who he was. But the words wouldn’t come. Because the truth was, I had run. I ran because I am about to get married and what we have is a mistake that I don't want to happen.

He looked irritated, like he wanted to be anywhere but here. “Look— I know you’re upset.” “I’m not upset,” I cut him off. “I’m tired, Braxton.” He frowned. “About what?” “This.” I gestured between us. “Whatever this is. It’s not working. It never was.” He stepped closer, confusion swirling in those eyes I used to drown in. “Don’t say that. You know what we have is real.” “Real?” I laughed — sharp, bitter. “You’re still married. You say you’re leaving her, but you’re moving away to make it ‘less suspicious.’ What part of that sounds real to you?”

"Halen, just this half year. When she's gone, I will give you a grand wedding, okay?" I looked at the retreating scenery outside the car window, at this bustling and indifferent city. The place in my heart felt like it was being sawed open bit by bit by a rusty dull knife. For him, I abandoned my dignity, abandoned myself. In exchange, for the sake of repaying kindness, he handed over the position of wife that belonged to me to someone else. And I still had to smile and say "it's okay", otherwise I would be cold-blooded, ignorant.