This Is How Your Marriage Ends Novels & Stories

I murmur, wiping away the tears that still insist on falling. “Would you rather lose the chance to start your life over with Pedro and stay in this shitty marriage? In the end, you and I have seen cases like this before; we know where this could end.” I close my eyes, realizing I know exactly where this could end. And it's definitely not a good thing.

If this is what my marriage looks like now… Then maybe… it’s better to end it. And choose the person I actually love. Bryan.

And that he turn his car around and drove home "Maybe this lifetime isn't for us but I am happy that I get to know you better than I wished before. Sadly this will be our end. Thank you for making yourself happy. I will wish you a happy marriage sometime in the future but not now, I am still hurting. Will I be able to move on like you did? or will I end up going crazy again? I gotta find that out I think. Goodbye my love, I will love you till you cease in my heart"

“But this is your end because this marriage is well over, Marina.” Her shoulders slumped, every fiber of her body aching. Right before her very eyes, her worst fear happened. Collin was ending the marriage.

"Once we're married, he'll never have another chance to harass you like this." I nodded and leaned against Matteo's shoulder. I knew I needed to marry Matteo as soon as possible and cut off Enrico's delusions completely.

“They won’t believe me even if I try to explain. It’s a known fact that I’ve been spending the past few months with you. Can you please stop being angry? My parents are actually quite fond of you. Truth be told, I do think you’re a good person. Let’s get married. We can discuss the conditions. As long as there’s a house and a car, we can discuss everything else.” Brian frowned. “Do you not get it? I won’t marry you, and I don’t want to marry you. Isn’t breakups normal? What? Must all relationships end in marriages? Is there no such thing as a breakup? Initially, I had already intended to marry you, but you’ve gone and screw it up. This is it. I have nothing left to say to you. Don’t look for

"You can still save yours." I abruptly turned to Suzy who was now not in her own state. She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. I'm not sure if it will work out either. I got married to Marcus once and the ending didn't seem nice. I'm not sure if you have to rely upon your relationship in the papers. It's just on paper. It's easy to tear it down, crumple it, or burn it until it turns into ashes, and only the memories are left for both of you.

His mention of the contract twists the knife deeper into my heart. I hoped, against all odds, that our love would transcend those constraints. But now, he declares the end of our marriage with harsh words, stating that I failed to make him fall for me within the stipulated time. This is too cruel. He turns around and continues, "So, I am ending this meaningless marriage and starting over with Megan. I will send the divorce agreement. Read it carefully before signing it." Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I struggle to make sense of his words. The dreams I have cherished and the hopes I have clung to now lie in ruins around me.

At the time, Logan had answered her with absolute confidence. “No way that’s ever happening. “We will still be madly in love five years into our marriage. “When we reach the milestone, we’ll retrace every step of our honeymoon destinations.” However, Logan broke his promise in the second year of their marriage. That night, Logan finished his very last bottle of alcohol. He left a substantial inheritance for Teddy before vanishing without a trace. Some said that Logan was spotted in Barcelona, while others claimed to have seen him in Tanzania. It looked like Logan was completing the journey he had promised to take with Coral.

"I told you the truth in the garden. Every word of it. But I won't pressure you. We're partners in this war. Whatever else we become—that's up to you." I thought about our three years of marriage—the coldness, the manipulations, the slow reveal of truths we'd both been too afraid to share. I thought about the man who'd carried me out of a burning building when I was fifteen. The man who'd pushed me to become something harder, sharper, stronger. The man who'd confessed his love the night before we risked everything. "Ask me again," I said. "What?" "Ask me what we are. What we could become."