This Is How Your Marriage Ends Novels & Stories

She waited for me to speak, but the words felt like they had gotten stuck somewhere behind my teeth. “I’ve made a decision,” I said finally. Her shoulders stiffened. “What kind of decision?” “One that affects both of us.” She waited. Her eyes didn’t leave my face. I forced myself to continue. “I’m ending the marriage.” Her breath caught. She didn’t move. “It’s the right thing to do,” I said quietly. “The contract is almost over anyway. No point dragging this out for another month. We’ll file the dissolution quietly. No fuss. No attention.”

Johny Enderson did not bother with her, but instead looked at Kelen Enderson : "And you, we need to hurry up and finish the divorce procedures." Kelen Enderson was flustered: "What, you dare to ask me for a divorce? It's said that husband and wife are all birds of the same forest, each flying in their own direction in the face of a great catastrophe. You …" "The marriage between you and I was originally a deal. Now, the Enderson family is gone, and our relationship has never been before. I dragged this illness with me because I wanted to divorce you, and also to give you a chance to live. My decision has been made, and I will not change it. Now get out. I don’t want to see you anymore. "

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

Suddenly acting concerned is beginning to feel unsettling. She stands up . “ Well, since you both have lost your ability to speak, here’s what is going to happen. If neither of you admit that you love each other, then this marriage ends here right here, right now. I don’t care about any stupid contract you have. You can go ahead and cancel that too.” I stare at Marcello, gauging his reaction closely, because if anything, I will not be the one fighting to keep something that isn’t there. I feel a strong urge to roll my eyes at Maria’s words from earlier. We love each other? Yeah, right.

"And you shall replace Beta Calista as the Alpha's wife." My head spun. The words slammed into me like a tidal wave. The events from yesterday replayed in my mind, each one worse than the last. How in Moon Goddess’ name am I supposed to marry that…monster? My stomach churned violently, threatening to betray me. My heart pounded like a frantic drum, and more tears streamed down my face, unrestrained. The Alpha’s expression remained a blank mask, unreadable and terrifying. I gathered every ounce of courage I had left and spoke, my voice trembling but loud enough to deliver my message.

I also made it perfectly clear to him that I'm married, and I would never consider him. I casually clicked on it. After reading her lengthy explanation, I found it hilarious. Deciding to actually spare her a few seconds of my time, I replied, "Relax. We're divorced. Feel free to see whoever you want. It has nothing to do with me." Bianca: "How could you be so cold? No matter what I say, you just shut me out. You weren't like this before." I completely ignored her as she continued to flood my inbox.

"Can we just coexist peacefully from now on? Stop pestering me about love. We're both parents now; we should focus on living harmoniously for the kids." I tried to pull him back from the edge, helping him see reality. The reality was I didn't love him, and I never would. He was just the father of my children to me. He averted his gaze, draining his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Teagan, do you really feel nothing for me?" His voice grew hoarse, tinged with emotion. "Teagan, but we're married! How can that work without love?" I felt tired; my temples began to throb again.

No end date. I, Celeste Hart, vow to fight for this life, for this love, and for the family we are building one heartbeat at a time. I choose Killian today and every day after. Through sickness and health. Through fire and forgiveness. At the bottom: our signatures, still slightly smudged from her tears when she wrote hers in bed this morning. And beneath that, one final line in both our handwriting: **The only way this marriage ends is if I die first.**

"Breakfast in bed, flowers. Next you'll be asking me to move in." "I'm not trying to domesticate anything. I'm trying to make you see that this doesn't have to be sordid. We could have something real if you would just stop fighting it." "I'm married, Victor. That ship has sailed, sunk, and been scavenged for parts." "Marriages end and people survive them. You could leave him and be with me openly."

Slowly, she sank back on to her chair, looking up at him, something, compassion, maybe pity, in her eyes. 'I think a divorce is something like a funeral,’ she said. ‘A closure. It’s the turning of a page in a photo album, or the final locking of the door to a house you’ve sold. We might know what’s on that turned page, but we’ve moved past it. We might remember fondly what’s in that house, but it isn’t ours any more. Our marriage has died. We can’t resurrect it, so we have to end it, end our grieving and get on with the rest of our lives.