Running Away From Marriage Leaving Deception Behind Mga Nobela at Kwento

I thought running away meant everything was going to disappear but no, my problems remained, waiting for me to return to consume me whole. I drove around the city, not even knowing where I was going. Every building blurred past like background noise, and every red light felt like an insult. I wasn’t thinking, just trying to outrun the truth. But it followed me like a shadow. Still married. Jesus Christ. What was I supposed to do now? March back to Cheryl and tell her the man she married was already someone else’s husband? That our vows, the life we were building, the child growing inside her… it was all wrapped in a lie?

With a racing heart, I found it difficult to speak. "She walked away. She left some weeks ago, and I haven't been able to locate her since. I have no idea where she is.” He leaned closer, his eyes narrowing and his face darkening. “You let her leave?” I nodded, shame flooding my body as I looked down at the floor. “It’s more complicated than that. Our marriage… it wasn’t what you thought it was. It was a contract, something we agreed on for convenience, for appearances. It was never supposed to be real.”

That was before I turned my phone off and ghosted everyone. Me running away from everything and just coming to bask in my own sorrow and darkness was the only way I saw I could get through this, at least for a while, before going to work. And I hated that the Costa Nostra rule of business couldn't just let me divorce him right away. Because I mean, we had married out of business, in front of everyone. Everyone knew it wasn't a marriage whose foundation was based on love. So what face did I have in the presence of Tiziano or any Argentero to say I wanted to get divorced because I had fallen for my husband, deeply in love with him, but he had played with me the whole time, lying to my face and

He decided to hold himself back to avoid doing something that he might end up regretting later. "What haven't I done for you? Ever since we got married, I have showered you with love, care, wealth and respect. My loyalty to you and our marriage was second to none. Was it not enough? What more do you want? Each day, you look at me with your deceitful smiles, pretending to love me while you're screwing my PA behind my back? You even planned to run away with him? You thought I wouldn't find out?"

I said, trying to talk some sense into her. “Our union is a sham. This isn't marriage, but a nightmare. We're only pawns in our parents' games, with mine using me to pursue power, while yours using you to a pay off a debt.” She stated. “And you know what? I think I've had enough. I'm done, yeah, that's it. I'm leaving for good.” She quickly got out of bed before I could stop her, making a beeline for the closet to grab her stuff without hesitation, not giving me a chance to react at all.

His voice was low and moderately insulted, “I did everything you asked. Why are you still mad at me?” “I’m not mad at you.” “Then why are you running away?” “I’m not running away.” He snapped in a hushed voice, “then why are you trying to leave me?” “Because you won’t marry me and I need to face reality.” I snapped back. He seemed startled by this. I took his surprise as a chance to explain, “I won’t be your mistress. Or your secret lover. And don’t want to come home to you one day and find another woman in my place – a woman who belongs there!”

I’d pictured him smiling for the first time in months, maybe even holding me the way he used to. But now… now the thought of telling him felt dangerous. I pressed my forehead to my knees, whispering the truth into the darkness. “I can’t stay here. Not like this.” But fear wrapped itself around my resolve. Leaving Wakes wasn’t just walking away from a marriage, it was walking away from the only life I’d known for the past three years. He had money, power and influence. A temper that could turn cold into cruel in the space of a single heartbeat.

With her silver tongue, my questions and arguments always fell flat because I was her husband, not her opponent. "Gabriella, you had ulterior motives even when you married me. It's laughable for you to beg me to stay now," I said. Gabriella never cared about me, and our relationship held no spark. Now that it was falling apart, instead of feeling relief, she begged me to stay, pretending to be deeply in love. She exemplified a classic histrionic personality. "We could have been free once we signed the divorce agreement and gone our separate ways with dignity. Yet now you're acting like you can't bear to lose me. What exactly do you want?" I asked.

"Personal suffering? You left me because of her passion for money. Now you sitting here telling me to calm down." "I've never betrayed you. It's not like I don't love you, but this marriage was arranged by my parents, I can't do anything else." “Can't do anything else. Are you kidding me? The day you got into the car with me, I had a complete breakdown, then I had a series of accidents. Now that you say that. Are you kidding me?” “I'm not kidding you. I love you. Merely..." "It's just... It's the guy I had a crush on him. Because he gave me a profit... Because he's better than me now... It's just an excuse... How long do you want to deceive me... How long will you play me?"

“Yes, I had a husband when I was still in college, and we kept our relationship a secret because we both know what the law is in our family, and we also didn’t want to disappoint grandpa, so we kept the fact that we were married and had children a secret,” Mom covered her mouth, stunned by what she found. “Oh, my goodness! You mean…” I nodded. “It’s not true that I went with the man; you know I can’t do that; I ran away from everything because I would rather not add more troubles to our family's situation,” “Why did I leave and run, mom?” I asked and laughed as I bit my lip. “Because I can’t be with my husband, who is having an affair with another woman and pretends like nothing happened.” I