This Is How Your Marriage Ends Novels & Stories

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.

Stanley turned to face Karen and took her hand in his, "Karen, marrying you and starting a family with you is the best decision I have ever made in my life. You are the most important person to me and I would do anything just to keep that beautiful smile on your face. I know we are not the perfect couple and we argue constantly, but what married couple doesn't?" "Awwww." "Your happiness is my happiness, sweetheart. Your joy is my joy, your smile makes me smile and I want you to know that I will never leave your side, I will be with you through everything. I love you so much Karen, with all of my heart and I will never stop loving you." "Awwwww." A single tear fell from Karen's eyes and Stanl

I stared at Cynthia's pale reflection in the mirror and spoke slowly. "Robin doesn't care which one of us he marries. "He just wants to use marriage as a cover for an accidental death. That way, he'll receive the Powell family's shares, no matter who inherits them. So, we're basically sacrificial lambs." Cynthia took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke. "It doesn't matter which of us is the better choice. In the end, Robin is just going to slaughter us both."

I hadn’t taken the time to really look at her. Cole nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, she’s got this quiet beauty about her. But you’d never notice because you’re too busy clinging to the past.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not about looks, Cole. There are so many reasons why this marriage is going to end as soon as the year is up.” “Oh, really?” Cole challenged, crossing his arms. “And what reasons would those be?”

The couple was going to take the last step in making it a marriage: consummation between husband and wife. Red asked, as Phil got into position, "Honey, now that you are putting your cock in your sloppy, dripping, well-used wife at the end of the train, being the caboose on my fucking train as a consummation of our marriage, is this the type of open marriage you wanted? Technically, if you don't put your cock in me, we are not married."

“I mean what I said, okay? I'm not doing this marriage anymore.” Blood drained from Lilian's face as well as the other family members. “Honey-” “That's enough…” Killian raised his hand, halting her words. “People marry to find happiness, right? I can't set myself up for hell when it's not even my time yet.” “You're joking.” “Call it what you may…” Killian shrugged. “But Lilian, this is the end of our marriage.” Hearing his last words broke Heidi out of her reverie. She glanced at her parents who looked shocked also.

"It's up to you. In short, you and I no longer have any relationship." “The three-year period is not over yet, in fact, you are still my wife. Now, if you walk away, you are in breach of contract.” “The marriage contract between us makes no sense. It's like garbage. Everything has ended. All are meaningless. Forget me." The love he has for her is not enough to prove how much he loves her. Her words were like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, causing it to ache. He let go of the doorknob and fell to the ground like a lifeless man.

“Be careful. Hunger has a way of revealing itself, whether we want it to or not.” I did not look back. Inside, the music swelled and laughter filled the air. Chris stood across the room, engaged, confident, unaware. And for the first time, I realised that my marriage was not ending with a scream. It was ending with a whisper. And his rival had just heard it.

He took a deep breath and explained, "I never wanted to divorce Clara. In my heart, she has always been my only wife—" "You didn’t want to?" Marcus Calderon, my father’s voice came from the living room, heavy with unquestionable authority. He sat in the main seat, his expression terrifyingly severe. "But Clara did. She has no obligation to suffer for you." Luca’s body trembled slightly. His hands clenched around the gift bags at his sides. He lifted his head, his gaze passing over Mom and me, locking onto Dad in the living room, his eyes full of pleading.

He had gushed over how much of a beautiful couple we were earlier so much that it had hurt my ears, and I had wanted to slap the stupid grin from his face. As Bella and I reach the end of the aisle, she hugs me. “Just five years and the deal is over. I’m so sorry you have to go through this, my love”, she whispers and presents me to Truce King whose hand is held out. I take the hand and we both stand in front of the marriage officiant.