This Is How Your Marriage Ends Novels & Stories

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

He couldn't believe this was how it was going to end. He stared blankly at the scattered pieces of paper, each torn shred a testament to the crumbling of his marriage. Despite his anger, a wave of regret washed over him, mingling with the bitter taste of defeat. Zach knew he had made mistakes, but facing the consequences now felt like an unbearable weight on his shoulders. With a heavy sigh, he realized that there was no turning back, no undoing the damage he had caused. All he could do now was brace himself for the storm that lay ahead.

He was thinking like this: "I have given her everything, even my own blood. But now, it's time for me to focus on myself and start the healing process. I can't continue to be in a relationship where I am constantly being hurt and betrayed. It's time for me to let go and move on, for my own well-being." With a heavy heart, Evan made the difficult decision to end his marriage and start a new chapter in his life.

"But I don't want to marry you anymore. You lied to me for two whole years while sleeping with my best friend. You got her pregnant, registered your marriage with her, and still came back pretending to love me. "You used the past to stab me where it hurt most. You called me dirty right to my face and said no one would ever want me. I gave you five years of my life with my whole heart, and all I got in return was betrayal. I will never marry a piece of trash like you." By the time I finished shouting, my voice had cracked. Blake's face grew paler and paler. He struggled to crawl toward me, reaching out to clutch the hem of my wedding dress.

"It's okay, darling. You're fine." She turned to me, her eyes full of hurt and accusation. "If you have any conscience at all, you should comfort our son." I ignored her, my face blank, and stood up. "You'll receive the divorce papers tomorrow. Sign them as soon as you can." The guests exchanged glances, whispering among themselves. "All this over a fountain pen? Has Alex lost his mind?" "They were supposed to be a model couple in the industry. What went wrong?" "Do you have to ask? Obviously, there's someone else…"

"What's the hesitation? Don't tell me you've caught feelings for me? Need I remind you? You're already married." The moment Natasha heard that, her expression snapped into a wounded pout as she latched onto Gavin. "Babe, you have me. I'm your real wife! How could you even think of marrying someone else?" I seized the moment and pressed harder. "If our marriage was a mistake from the start, then don't make the woman you actually love pay the price for it." Backed into a corner, Gavin had no choice but to grit his teeth and give in.

"Because I know that the marriage between you two is not fake!" I shrugged and sighed. "Yes, our marriage is not fake," I admitted directly. "Now I will ask you. I am his wife right now, so where is your courage to tell me to take my husband away from me now? And which of the two of us has more rights now?" "Your marriage is only on paper! So don't expect your marriage to be real!"

I feel that in my bones. I know my marriage was a beautiful thing in so many ways that just ran out of time. I know something else too. Endings aren’t always disasters. Sometimes, beginnings are cloaked in heartbreak.

She asks for the second time, and I finally take my time to explain everything to her, from how I was on the street, and how I ended up being her husband. "Are...you... kidding me?" She scoffs as she quickly retracts her hand from my cheek, her body trembling, and I gulp down nothing nervously. I know this is the end of us. We have come to the end of the road of our marriage, and today may be the last day we would ever be together. "Alicia..." I try to touch her, but she quickly stands up from the bed and steps away from me as hot tears stream down her cheeks, and my heart hurts at the sight of those tears.

Not in the mood for her drama, I headed upstairs. “Lorenzo, I’m talking to you.”She said, walking up to me. “When you decide to talk to me politely, I’ll listen.” She raced up the stairs and stood in front of me. “It’s about this morning.” “I know how this works, you want me to forget about what happened...got it.” “And it shouldn’t happen again.” I nodded. “Remember this marriage is ending soon, we can’t afford to get intimate with each other.” Hearing her say the marriage is ending soon made me feel somewhat sad.