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

he explained. “Requesting relevant information: good grandmother or bad?” I inquired. “Good, though my poor old lady lived with a thousand demons on her back, including the curse of this ring. No matter how much she tried to get rid of it, it always found its way back to her. Such was the bad juju of that thing that it even ruined the marriage of the grandson she passed it on to, and he could only make it work by getting rid of it.” “You’re telling me that whoever has the ring has a bad marriage because it’s cursed?” I asked.

Maybe a drink would help me calm my nerves, but then I realise that I need a clear mind for what is to happen. “No, thank you,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. The woman simply nods at me before turning to walk away. As she leaves, I sit quietly, waiting patiently as I listen to the fire crackle softly, filling the silence. I remain perfectly still, afraid that if I move too much, I will betray how unprepared I feel. This is a mansion. I am here to meet the man I agreed to marry... a complete stranger. All because my mother is dying...

“Please, you don’t get to call me out. You’re not even wearing your ring.” Grace glanced down at her bare finger and had no comeback. She’d lost it during an accident about six months into the marriage, and never bothered to replace it. Eventually, she’d just... forgotten. “And so what if we’re married? Men get to go out and have fun—why can’t we?” Dana downed the rest of her drink in one smooth shot. Technically, that logic made sense, but the way they were doing it? Not exactly subtle. “Then at least find a less public place, missy,” Grace muttered with an eye-roll.

I was trapped in this broken body, trapped in this conversation. "It’s not just that you had an affair," Liam said, his voice dropping to a low, deadly whisper. "People make mistakes. People get lost. But you had an affair with a married man. You chose someone who belonged to someone else. You chose to be the person who breaks a home."

That projection featuring Lyra's marked body and the sense of betrayal through the mate bond were all the answers she needed. Amidst the gasps of amazement and envy, Seraphina spun on her heel and strutted into an antique jeweler's workshop. When she removed the ring from her left ring finger, she could feel a piece of her soul being torn away. "How can I help you, ma'am?" "Please melt this ring down for me." "But this is a bond token made from moonlight silver with an engraving, no less. It must hold a sacred meaning. Are you sure you want to melt it?"

It took a long moment before my trembling fingers managed to dial his number. My calls had always been marked as priority on his phone. He never let them ring for more than ten seconds. However, this time, it rang until the line disconnected. Benjamin and I had fallen in love at 18. We had walked side by side for ten years, the kind of couple everyone envied. The vows from our wedding, promises of forever, still echoed in my ears. Now…he had betrayed me. Numb, I turned and went home. I did not know how much time had passed before I heard the door open.

he asked, his tone softer now. “Absolutely,” I said without hesitation. “This marriage was doomed from the start.” Cole sighed, shaking his head. “You’re stubborn, Zayn. But maybe one day, you’ll realize that you’re the one who’s missing out.” I didn’t respond, turning back to the window instead. Aurora was still out there, helping the maid with a smile on her face. I didn’t understand her, and I didn’t want to. This marriage was just a temporary inconvenience, and once it was over, I would move on.

Yukiya carefully held the broken ring in her trembling palm. Just two minutes ago she was swimming around with her little egg when all of a sudden her ring snapped off of her fingers. Long Ki had long told him a story about his ancestors. The ring was their symbol of love. It can only be broken when one of the partners was dead. "This can't be. Ki can't be dead!" she shook her head in disbelief.

Dmitry stood back and said, “Maybe you’ll catch it next time.” “Next time?” I asked while watching his mother. She was no longer trying to control the crowd. Now she was just standing there staring at us. Along with a lot of other people. Dmitry got down on one knee and took a small black box out of his pocket. I froze, not believing what he was about to do. The room quieted as he slowly opened the box revealing a beautiful marquise diamond ring. “Danica Philips. Life is not life without you. And if I lived a million years, none of them would compare to the one I spent with you. You are my happiness. You are love itself. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

And now, because of one drunken night and one terrible mistake, she had walked away. I picked up the ring again. It felt so small and heavy in my hand. This ring was supposed to mean forever. Now it was only a reminder that I had destroyed our future. I thought about how Bella must have felt when she saw Ciara on top of me. The pain she must have carried when she pulled off this ring and left it here. Tears kept falling. I could not stop them. I had hurt the only person who ever believed in me. I had broken the woman I wanted to marry. The thought of her crying alone somewhere made my chest ache even more.