Shattered Vows Movie Novels & Stories

The slap landed weakly, with almost no force. Yet, it seemed to deal Shane a crushing blow. His whole body went rigid. "Shane, do you even know what her filthy rumors have caused? Three newlywed couples have already demanded their money for the wedding back. One woman has undergone an abortion. Her husband is threatening suicide! And now you want me to go apologize—have you thought about what they'll do to me?" Shane closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

But even if I did because of some miracle he will never fall for me. I Dane Thomas Wellington take you, Ziva Sherry Williams to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death, we do part, according to God's holy law, in the presence of God I make this vow." I hear the pin drop in silence in the room. They are thinking that I will bolt too like my sister. Frankly, I was considering it. I look up from the ground to the coldest blue eyes. His eyes were murderous he had sensed my hesitation.

The pain that radiated from my heart was a physical ache, a constant reminder of the shattered dreams and broken promises that now lay scattered at my feet. At that moment, the world I knew crumbled into dust, leaving behind nothing but the jagged shards of my shattered heart. And as the echoes of Alpha Jo's words faded into the darkness, I was left alone, adrift in a sea of despair, my faith in love and loyalty shattered beyond repair. “Jo, please do not do this,” I cried. “Do not allow her to use it for her schemes. You know they are all lies,” I cried. I was hurt because I knew what this meant; shame and more insane treatment to everyone attached to me.

my voice barely a whisper over my crying. "We both will," Shay assured me, her determination echoing in her voice. In that moment, as the last tears escaped my eyes, a pact was formed between us – a pact fueled by pain, anger, and the unbreakable bond of friendship. Shay and I would face the storm of betrayal together, ensuring that justice would be served, and the wounds inflicted on my heart would be avenged.

“I vow to protect you, not by caging you, but by standing beside you. I vow to be honest with you, even when the truth terrifies me. I vow to be your shelter when the world turns cruel, and your strength when you feel weak.” I leaned closer, my forehead nearly touching his. “And I vow that no matter how dark my past is, my future belongs to you.” Silence followed but it was not the awkward kind. Michael stared at me like I had just undone something deep inside him. I saw the way his walls cracked, the way his shoulders sagged slightly as if he had been holding himself together with sheer will alone. The priest cleared his throat again, visibly shaken. “Michael… you may now speak your vows.”

Blamed. He’d chosen the easy narrative. The one where guilt had a scapegoat. The one where broken vows could be rewritten as necessity. He hadn’t defended her. That was the truth. And truths, he was learning, were expensive. His phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t Sophia. Unknown Number. Broken vows don’t stay buried forever, Mr. Oscar. Jaden’s grip tightened on the glass. Another message followed. Some women leave quietly. Others return with interest.

“Ivy,” Aiden muttered against her lips, his voice low and dripping with affection. “You’re the one I’ve always wanted.” Her chest stung at his words, his betrayal cutting deep into her but she couldn't look away. Her heart shattered and the room spun. “What?!” She shrieked the glass in her hand slipping and scattering on the ground. She froze in her tracks as she looked at the sight before her. The faint sound of music and laughter from the engagement party faded into nothing as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

Kissing her while cameras flashed and the crowd watched and Isabella's heart shattered into pieces too small to ever put back together. Then, mercifully, there was nothing.

The void began to collapse inward, pulled toward the radiant center where they stood. But just as she thought they might hold it, a final surge struck outward. The last remnant of the vow’s will — wild, desperate, unwilling to die. It slammed into them, tearing their hands apart. “Kaelen!” “Serenya!” The force flung them in opposite directions, their light scattering through the storm. She reached out, screaming his name as the world shattered around her — the vow folding inward, breaking apart, consuming itself in brilliance. Her fingers brushed air.

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning.