This Is How Your Marriage Ends Novels & Stories

“Apology noted. If that’s all, I have work to do.” I pause. Normally, this is where I’d say something to lighten the mood or reach out and touch his hand, and he would react in some way even if it was subtle. This time, when I move my fingers toward his desk slightly, almost without thinking, he leans back just enough to avoid the contact. And boy does that sting. My fingers recoil. “Are we… okay?” He doesn’t look away. “This marriage ends in a few months. We don't need to be anything other than civil until then.”

"What? How can you say it doesn't concern me? I got married to a person who's part of this family. Of course, I would worry and care." He sighed deeply and replied, "It's not that you were born into this family. I mean, your marriage was on contract so you'll leave when the contract ends ." "What do you mean?" he looked at me in disbelief and said in a softer tone, "Don't you know what happens after the contract ends?" I looked down, "I don't care about the contract. I just want Tyler to be safe, too. So, if something happens to him, then I'd rather die than let anything happen to him."

Now I realized fate had only been playing another cruel joke. For the first time, the thought of divorce became completely clear. Enough was enough. He should fulfill the promise he had made to Isabella. And I should return to the peaceful life I had always wanted. Not every marriage ended with shouting, betrayal, or dramatic heartbreak. Some simply reached their ending quietly. A calm afternoon. A peaceful conversation. A single realization that the story had already reached its final page. Every ending leaves signs along the way. The beginning. The growth. The climax.

i walked over and sat on the chair, smiling softly to ease the tension between us. "well?" he said, staring eagerly at me. i shrugged and dropped the file on his desk, "Yes." i simply said. "But it needs a little tweaking." i added. His brows furrowed in confusion. "What tweaking?" I opened the white file and flipped through the clipped papers until i arrived at section three– where it said i had could not leave the marriage until the end of the contract. "I should be able to decide when i want to leave." i suggested. He glanced briefly at the paper and then at me.

The police’s words put us completely at ease. When we walked out of the police station, Shen Zeyan held my hand. The street lamps stretched our shadows long. He said softly: “I’m sorry. I’ve been too busy lately and neglected you, leaving you to face this alone. No matter what happens from now on, we’ll solve it together.” I shook my head: “We’re husband and wife. We should face everything together.” At that moment, I deeply realized: True marital security comes from trust and standing together, not from testing and hiding.

“ That's a fucking lie! Stop lying to me!” Tania shrugged, taking some steps towards me. “ Believe what you wish,” her lips curled up further. “ But I'll make this very clear, you have nothing now…absolutely nothing.” “ W-What do you mean?” She stepped back, circling around me as she crossed her arms. “ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?”

He asked with genuine curiosity. She shrugged, ‘I don't know. It really hasn't been an idealistic thing for me, most people I know who've gotten married either end up getting cheated on or divorced....what's the point? it's not like most married peers love each other. You fall in love, you get married, after two or more kids it all becomes such a bore—then you cheat on your partner to spice up your boring life which is the equivalent to a pumpkin spiced latte, and then end your so called marriage you swore an oath to keep but instead choose to go with profanity'.

Despite my nerves, I mustered a small smile and nodded, gesturing for him to sit beside me. "Dion, we need to talk." I fumbled. Dion's expression grew serious as he took a seat next to me. "Yeah, I wanted to talk to you as well." He said. "After five months, our marriage will end," he stated, his words a stark declaration of his intentions. My heart sank, and a wave of disappointment washed over me. "I see," I replied, my voice tinged with sorrow. My dreams of reconciliation crumbled before my eyes, leaving me with a profound sense of hopelessness.

I just gave her a nod. "First, I'll accept you as my wife." I said as I handed her the papers. "What are you doing?" She asked, utterly bewildered. I gave her a lighter and said. "Burn them." I said deadpanned- too much to her astonishment. "Come on, do it." I then smiled. Her jaw dropped, she looked at me as if I had said something wrong. I cleared my throat and repeat her exact words, "Now that you have made this marriage nothing but a mere contract. Let me tell you one thing, Mr Christian Elvis; This marriage will be toxic for both of us."

—ROME ARCHILLUS’ POV— “Will you stop going back and forth? I’m getting a headache, man.” Franco said through the screen of my laptop. I video called him because he’s the only person and friend that could understand the problem I am facing now. He was married for three years now. Maybe he could give some insights about… married life? “What does it mean if your wife said—Let’s end this! Then slammed the door to your face?” “Give me some context, Archi.”