The Broken Marriage Vows Novels & Stories

The old staircase. The family photographs. The piano. The broken clock. She walked toward the living room. Then stopped. A photograph had been placed on the table. She picked it up. It showed her and Ethan on their wedding day. But there was something written across the photograph. THE PERFECT COUPLE. Ava turned it over. Another message. YOU NEVER KNEW HIM. Her fingers tightened around it. Lily looked over her shoulder. "Someone wants you to doubt him." "Maybe I should."

Her voice was instantly concerned. I sank onto the couch, pulling my knees to my chest. “I broke my vows,” I whispered. “I let a man touch me. I didn’t wait until marriage like I promised God and you. I feel so lost.” There was a long pause. Then my mother sighed softly, and somehow it held both affection and understanding.

The truth hit the room like an explosion, tearing straight through the polished calm of the wedding. The entire hall erupted. "Teresa's that vicious? Oh, my… She's been with that many men? Doesn't she worry about getting sick?" "And she had the nerve to call someone else trash? She's no better." "Mr. Tucker really got played. The woman he was about to marry has been with who knows how many people!" "So what does that make her? A community property?"

"I'm offering a transaction. A simple exchange." My hands stayed at my sides. "I'm not interested in whatever….." "Marry me." The words hung in the air between us like smoke. For a moment, I thought I'd misheard him. Had to have misheard him. "Excuse me?" "Marry me," he repeated, slower this time, like I was a child who needed extra help understanding. "A legal marriage. Binding contract. You become Mrs. Marchetti, play the role of devoted wife in public, and in exchange, I erase every debt your family owes. I secure your sister's future. I restore the Ashford name to its former glory."

I don’t really know what happened and how I woke up to be here, but I was so sure there’s some strange connection between I and that strange pervert, even though I would hate to admit it. “I don’t know what he sees in you. You’re just some sick girl from the ghetto. Well, he promised to divorce you after some months, I can’t believe he gave out his jersey that I got him for his birthday to a low life cunt.” A low life? I scoffed shaking my head. Wait, what did she mean by divorce me? Are they playing games with me? No, I wouldn’t believe what this seemingly insane girl is saying. No, I refuse to believe I got forced into early marriage. Fuck! I’m just seventeen!

The air grew colder, denser, as if the walls remembered too much. Inside was a locked door. He opened it with a key from around his neck. In the room sat a woman. Older. Ragged. Her hair wild, her expression vacant and feral. Her fingers twitched, brushing the curtains. She stared at Anna and laughed—a broken, hollow sound. "Grace Poole," Kingsley said softly. "My wife. My secret. My shame." Anna’s heart pounded. "Wife?" He nodded. "We married young. Too young. I didn’t know about the illness then. It crept in. Took her mind piece by piece. I tried everything. But her condition—it’s dangerous. The fire tonight... it was her. She wanders when she isn’t watched."

He spoke so calmy that you'd expect that he was joking or something. “ Will stay. Even though my husband does not love me. Simply because I also don't love you. I will not predict the future and say I won't fall in love with you because I might. I am only a woman with a broken heart. Forever is a very long time. It might be mended even if it doesn't I will stay by your side as I have promised in our marriage vows. The question is do you want me beside you? Forever.” Everything in me screamed to shut up but I was already done. Only his answer was left now.

I tried to imagine what it must have been like for him to stand beside his wife watching her trying to heal a broken soul and losing herself along the way. “I don't know what happened with you guys, I just know that all this hurt and anger she has is not from today. So, fix this shit. Fix what you did and maybe she can move on with everything else. You've been such a jerk all this time and I swear if you ever hurt her again I will end you Ethan, I swear I will end you," Tom was clinking his glass so hard that it might break. He looked at me with frightening eyes and I knew that he would keep that promise if he had to. He had always been loyal and had become a man willing to do anything for h

“I said I won’t get out. I made a vow to you on our wedding day that I would never leave your side, no matter what happens. I don’t intend on breaking that promise now.” “To hell with you and your vow. Did you remember those vows when you got someone else’s daughter pregnant? Did you think of those vows when you agreed to bring her here without even having my opinion on the matter? No, you didn’t, because you knew I would never agree to share my home with another woman, but you still did it anyway because you didn’t want to upset your precious ally. You felt you could just talk to Mabel, and because she’s your wife, she’ll put up with whatever bullshit you decide to do, including bringing Ca

"A man in chains with that particular piece of power is not quite as powerless as you'd like to believe." "You will break that vow," Hector said. "I might," Marcellus said. "Or I might simply sit here and wait while you and your wife and your unborn child wait to see what consequences breaking a sacred vow without proper release actually brings." He paused, letting that settle. "The old laws around sacred vows are not gentle, Hector. You of all people know that." I felt my jaw tighten. He was right, and I hated that he was right, and I hated even more that he knew I knew it. Whatever risk the unbroken vow posed to our child, I was not prepared to test it.