The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Novel Novels & Stories

I placed the divorce agreement, miscarriage report, and wedding ring on the table and left the house. 'Goodbye, Lucas.'

"Papa, go ahead." Papa sighed and guided me to sit on a nearby stone bench. "As you know, Enrico won't give up searching for you easily. He's the Don of a mafia family. His methods are ruthless, his influence vast. We can protect you for now, but it's not a long-term solution. "To give you and the child a more solid foundation, and to make Enrico give up completely, I've arranged a marriage alliance for you." I stayed silent, my emotions tangled.

In a little while, we're afraid we'll have to ask you to wipe him from head to toe as the rite that stands in for the wedding night. Raphael's portrait wore that same cocky smile, and the thought of facing his body alone sent a chill through me. But I remembered my last life. Marrying Felix meant there was no one to resolve our family's finances. After all, he'd only taken advantage of the situation and driven us to bankruptcy. Dad had even ended up dead. With the Roosevelts behind me now, at least Dad could live. I clenched my jaw, steeling myself. I just wanted to get it over with. "Where's Raphael? Let's start."

I said, though my voice sounded weak, even to myself. “Am I?” she mocked. “Maybe you should ask him yourself. Oh wait—you can’t. Because you’re no longer his wife. You’re just… his past.” Tears burned behind my eyes, but I bit down hard on my lip, refusing to let her hear me cry. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I hung up on her. The line went dead. Silence rushed in, heavy and suffocating. My heart broke all over again. How could he? After everything… after I had loved him so much.

"Damn it, okay! It's my fault! I know I messed up but that's just part of married life. Even if we love each other, we're bound to have problems. And as a couple, we'll fix it together. You're not married so wouldn't know so stay out of this!" I froze in place, stoned by the absurdity he just uttered. "I'm sorry, what did you just say? Am I hearing it right? Problems? Oh yeah indeed, this is a problem but bound to have? Married life, you say? Fixing? If its a normal married couple problem then why the fuck isn't she wearing her ring?" That ring was precious to her. Not once did it leave her finger, even while she did the chores. Not even when she undertook that surgery months ago. Instead, s

"What is wrong? Talk to me." "I think we should have a break." "A Break?" He raises his eyebrows and scornfully repeats me. "We are married." "Married people can also have a break. Married people need space too. And don't worry, you won't find any difference, since I am never involved in your world as the son of the king of petroleum. You won't miss me anywhere since we haven't ever lived together. You won't even remember you are married since you never wear your wedding ring." I pointed my eyes to his bare left hand, keeping my stern face. "You will be fine."

But I guess a life in high society, with a filthy rich husband, makes everything else pale in comparison. He turned to face her again, then dropped his gaze to her wedding ring. ’Will your husband be joining us here in Kirkwood?’ His voice dripped with sarcasm, stabbing at her gut. All of a sudden the ring felt like it was burning her finger. She touched it nervously, trying in vain to hide it from his sight. ‘We’ve separated, ’she said softly. ’Things didn’t work out. I was foolish, to say the least.’

Her wedding ring. I stopped breathing. Picked it up. It was cool, heavy, final. This simple band, a symbol of vows I’d systematically broken, of a love I’d methodically starved and crushed. She hadn't thrown it at me in fury. She hadn't pawned it. She’d left it here. On my pillow. A silent, brutal farewell. The ultimate return of something I’d never truly valued. The weight of it in my palm felt like the weight of my own failure. I closed my fist around it, the metal biting into my skin.

I said, moving my fingers for him to see the ring. "Fascinating. I can be an exception, then. That ring shouldn't define you. Don't let it cage you in the name of marriage. Not all marriages work. You might think you love him now but you two will grow apart in the end. It's no curse. All marriages, drift apart as time goes on. You can hardly find one that lasts in this century." He said the words like a sane human. Like he was actually making sense when as a matter of fact, he was losing his mind. .

“ Then it's fine. So be it.” “ But know this. You'll always be mine and I'll never stop chasing you, even if I have to run to the very ends of the fucking universe. I'll find you, claim you and make you mine.” He grovelled, his voice cold. “ And if I'm married and happy?” I wasn't curious to find out what he would do but yet I asked. “ Then you'll find out just how psychotic I can be.” _____ The morning approached quickly, the rays of sunshine slithering through the slightly parted windows, the morning breeze brushed my skin, making me open my eyes weakly. Right, I needed to prepare some tea for Harrison.