This Is How Your Marriage Ends Novels & Stories

At that moment, I wished our marriage certificate were fake. Carrie, visibly relieved, nestled back into his arms, her voice dripping with malice disguised as kindness. "Your abusive husband must've driven you to a breakdown. I can recommend a great therapist or a divorce lawyer." She emphasized the word "divorce", clearly eager to take my place as Mrs. Phelps.

The wine in their glasses was my prized 1983 collection. … The 100th time it happened, I was standing in my study, staring at our past marriage certificates in the safe. All of them had been neatly restored and stacked inside. Each replacement copy recorded my humiliation. From the living room came the sound of glass shattering. This time, Rosalind had thrown away our custom wedding rings. They were the ones with "forever love" engraved on the inside. "Have you finished signing the equity transfer agreement?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Smaller. Lighter. Like it could be erased if someone rubbed hard enough. I stared at it for a long time. That’s it, I thought. That’s how a marriage ends. Not with shouting. Not with cheating. Not with dramatic exits. With a pen. My phone buzzed again. Adrian. I didn’t open it. I didn’t want to see what kind of tone he was using now. Controlled? Annoyed? Relieved? The thought made my stomach turn.

his question made Jamie look his way in surprise “Do you now think I am not even worth living? Why would I be okay with my husband doing all this to a girl? Why would I be okay that both my husband and my ex chose her over me? Don’t you see what I am going through? He ruined our relationship for this girl.” Jamie had no clue what she was talking about as it had nothing to do with her or cheating, it was a crime.

he confusingly questioned. "Well..." she paused, and she walked around him while thinking. "I just realized that I have two options to propose to you. One, I will agree to what you wanted to happen, which is to extend our marriage to one year since five months is not enough for me to pay my debt. And secondly, I was thinking if you want me, and since you are willing to pay then, why don't I just seduce you so we could get this over with? And once I seduced you, you know, my charm works to you then we're through. Our marriage contract will be terminated immediately and all of my father's debt will be paid of. What do you think of my bright idea?" she deliberated out loud, purposely.

“I'm getting married. End of the story.” He looks at me, shaking his head. “Nope, not the end of the story. Could you give me the details? You were fucking the blonde-haired waitress a few days ago, the brunette two days ago, and if memory serves,” he taps his chin, “the sexy long-legged redhead last night.” He points at me. “So how is it that you, my friend, are getting married?” I scowl. “Don't list them like that.” “Nu-uh, don't change the subject,” he points at me. “How are you getting married?”

If this is the marriage she wanted, I will give her a wedding along side excruciating pain till death do us part. I moved to her and whispered something to her ears “I’m going to marry you whether you like it or not, but just know this is the end of the little pathetic happiness in your life, I’m gonna make your life miserable, I’m gonna fill it with pain and suffering, you are going regret getting married to me, you are going to beg me to divorce you and I won’t grant you that satisfaction.” I whisper into her ears I could feel her shivering, she wanted to say something, I knew what she was about to say, I knew she wanted to refuse the marriage, but I wasn’t gonna let her do that, never!

I left the divorce agreement behind that day, finally putting an end to my marriage. After six years of marriage, I realized everything I owned fit into a single suitcase. I moved into a small apartment near my company. I had bought it years ago to make commuting to work easier. However, after marrying Lucas, I never stayed there again. Even when I worked overtime or had business gatherings, I still went home to be with him. Yet, reality showed me how wrong I had been. I couldn't get him to love me, even after putting him first in everything. All it did was make him think I couldn't live without him, so he never had to consider my feelings.

“What does it say?” “It includes basic information like your name, your husband’s name, when and where you got married, and a statement that the marriage has broken down due to irreconcilable differences.” My breath hitched, his head snapping towards me, concern in his eyes, but I held myself as he continued to explain. “It is only the legal starting point,” he said gently as if he could read my mind. “It doesn’t finalize anything yet. This simply opens the case with the court.” “Alright.”

She smiled and murmured, "Divorce is the only ending for our contracted marriage." Right now, her goal in life is to keep their marriage as the start of their real matrimony, not on paper but the one which binds them by heart and soul. "I'll definitely marry you again if you propose to me, and it will no longer be marriage for convenience," she added.