This Is How Your Marriage Ends Novels & Stories

"Do you realize what you did to me? Do you realize what you told me? If you really love me that much, why don't you just end the marriage, something which will happen tomorrow and just focus on me? ***** T b c

Then, he led her away. My marriage was ending in the most ironic, humiliating way possible. Before Yvette turned to leave, I noticed a familiar string of scarlet numbers above her heart. Her countdown had started too, and so had her baby's. I once had a dream—one where I had loved someone so much that I threw myself off a cliff into the sea below for them. Now, I understood that love was sharper than any blade, and this cliff would bear silent witness to both the beginning and the end.

Charmond who married without demanding anything. Out there, many marriages with a very long age end sadly. Wives who were beaten, cheated on and even killed. They only see women as sex objects that rock the bed hotly. With long sighs, chest squeezes until morning. Married life is tragic, feels empty and hopeless.

I held the microphone, my voice echoing throughout the place. The people around us murmured among themselves, and Celia's face showed a fleeting moment of embarrassment. "Zane, stop it. It’s our wedding today." "You’re realizing that now? I don't want to marry you anymore. You're free. Go marry whoever you want." After saying that, I looked at Shane. "Shane, congratulations, you’ve won. I don't want this woman anymore. I wish you a happy marriage and many children." Of course, I did it on purpose.

“I’m done. With your lies. Your arrogance. This entire joke of a marriage.” I stepped back, meeting his eyes one last time. “Whether you accept it or not, my marriage to you is over. I'll send the divorce papers to you. Sign them quietly and free me from this sham.”

“Michael is having an affair.” Adrian’s entire expression darkened instantly. “What?” He sat upright sharply. “That bastard.” Anger flashed across his face. “How dare he?” I nodded slowly. “But wait…” His brows furrowed in confusion. “Wouldn’t that actually make things easier for you?” He looked genuinely puzzled now. “Isn’t that the perfect reason to end this whole marriage?” A bitter laugh escaped me. “I would have ended it immediately too,” I admitted. “But then I found out about the stupid marriage contract nobody bothered telling me about.”

Adrian Vale had built empires on precision. But nothing in his life had prepared him for a three–week ultimatum. The loveless marriage for an heir or exile from his own name. He left the hospital that evening with the weight of legacy pressing against his spine. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of his car, but he barely saw them. Every road felt like a narrowing corridor. He would not marry his ex. That much was absolute. The memory of her hand on his arm, how alculated and confident still burned beneath his skin. The audacity of using his grandfather’s failing health as leverage made something dark coil inside him.

“Men with this kind of life, they don’t forget and forgive, and if you continue like this, you won’t live to tell the tale.” “Remember, you have no way out of this marriage, you will only do so when you are dead.”

"Yes, because you have no idea what you are doing when it comes to children." "Then you have no idea what you are doing when it comes to marriage. I am done with you. Do not phone me again." With that, I drop the call and silently mourn the end of my marriage. I am done with Isabella. She has gone crazy.

So after your wedding we'll talk. After that we all bid goodbye. I went to sleep with unsettled mind. I am nervous but I have some kind of peace as well. In our family we don't get divorced. It's not orthodox mindset or something but kind of tradition and I like to follow them. I should have asked more about this girl.