Running Away From Marriage Leaving Deception Behind Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What the hell do you want from me, Benjamin Caldwell? Didn't I already tell you that we're just postponing getting the marriage certificate? Must you do all of this? "You're busy accompanying your grandmother at the hospital now and wouldn't even be in the mood to get married anyway. Aren't you worried that she'll get mad when she learns about this?" I read her ridiculously arrogant questions and found it simply laughable. Had she ever truly cared about Grandma's emotions before? When she tricked Grandma at the wedding venue and let Sean lock her in that hot, stuffy car, did she never think that Grandma was already very old and fragile and probably wouldn't even be able to handle such tortu

My body shrugged, “I feel like I’m going to be crazy. I can’t see Mom and Mark together. I thought I could be strong, but when Mom and Mark went to court for a marriage date. I feel everything is gone. I can not live like this NIsh. I want to leave this city as soon as possible. But Mark warned me not to do that.” “So, are you going to stay?” She asked, and I knew I needed to tell her the tickets thing. “No, I already booked a ticket to go.” “What?” She shouted. “Nish, I’m sorry, I hid this fact from you also, but I booked a ticket, and I’m going to the exact date of the marriage. I can’t help but stay until then.” “Babes, you don’t need to be sorry. I understand why you choose this step. I

But there I was, not just hiding the truth, but living a lie. The weight of it threatened to choke me every time I saw the hopeful look in her eyes, like this sham of a marriage was some dream come true. If only she had known… if only they both had known that in two years, I would walk away from this house, this family, and this man, richer but still empty.

“So you mean to tell me you are in a contract marriage with her, just like you did to me in school, contract girlfriend?” “No, ours was different, we agreed it was a contract back then in school but my wife wasn’t really the contract, I deceived her, I knew she had feelings for me, I never wanted to do it but it was the last option, I had to take advantage of her and I regret doing it.” “OMG.” He went on telling me. how he left home and stayed at the hotel most time, not because he was angry at her but because he feared he was falling in love with her and was guilty of deceiving her as well.

“You are mine, Yvo. I just claimed what is supposed to be mine. Fucking my bride.” “But I am not her!” “You were. We just got married,” he answered, lifting his left hand to show me his wedding ring. Shit! “And if you still cannot understand the consequences of your lies, I am willing to remind you every fucking second. Or you want me to just tell you?” he added. My throat tightened. “Then explain it to me.” His mouth curved slightly, but there was no warmth in it. “You walked into my wedding under a veil, spoke vows in another person’s place, and signed your name beside mine through deception.” His thumb moved once against my skin, slow enough to make my breath catch. “Why would I let you l

They were the beginning of a struggle to reclaim the person I once was, the person I still dreamed of becoming. I stepped away from the altar for the final time, each step echoing with silent determination. I would not let this marriage be the death of my dreams. Even if every day was now a performance, every smile a lie, I vowed that one day, I would find a way to break free from these chains.

"Is that how you treat your guest? Your wife to be?" His eyes darted everywhere and he suddenly stood up. "I'm tired of your threats!" He breathed in. "Mother, I'm married now, you don't need all this set up anymore." "I heard about it son, from your grandfather, I know it's a fake." His brows flared up. "Mum!" "Don't you want a real marriage? You're labelled a g!y among the business tycoons, don't you want to clear it off? Of course, you can't show the media a fake wife to clear such a rumor."

"There's nothing to explain. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than indulge your delusions." And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away. As Carmen walked away, her dismissive words echoing in my mind, I felt a surge of frustration and anger bubbling up within me. I had been played for a fool, manipulated by someone I thought I knew, someone I married. But now, as I stood alone in the fading light of the sunset, I knew that I could no longer pretend. I made a decision. I couldn't continue to play this game of deception, couldn't keep up the facade of pretending to love someone so I could hurt her back.

But I knew better. If I tried to express myself and say the truth, the priest would turn away from the marriage process, and when the marriage doesn’t take place, Lionel would easily report back to everyone that I refused to marry him on the basis that I don’t love him. It could even be worse. Lionel could make it appear like I had faked the whole thing just to get away from the marriage. That was what he was waiting for—a window of escape. I just needed to make that one little mistake and he would pull out of the marriage instantly, leaving me to blame for it.

Only her. Sadly, I needed to leave. I had to quit. If I don't, it would bring problems for us. I lied that I was married to keep her away, I did it without thinking, I didn't know her, I didn't think I would come to regret it later on but I did, I do. When she finds out I deceived her, Ariel Scott would hate me with everything in her. I rather have her hate me for leaving than hate me for lying. I would rather keep the happy memories we had than ruin them after I told the truth.