Walking Away From Unloving Fiance Novels & Stories

"By showing you that being married to me won't be as bad as you think." "You are not the love of my life and I want nothing to do with you . . . This marriage is already bad. This marriage is the worst possible thing that could ever happen in my life and I will never forgive you for it," she said and got up and then walked away leaving Prince Mangus just standing there; throwing his head a little forward and giving out a heavy sigh.

Having to go to this extent to get his attention was exhausting and worse, he just wants to walk away “Let's walk away from each other's lives. If that is what you prefer ... .Let's get facts straight, you walked into my life first, and so I'll do the walking out. You forced yourself into my life, went out of your way for me, forced me into a marriage. And now what? You're outrightly ignoring me. I'm done.” I rose from the bed, pulling his shirt over my head, leaving me in just my camisole and undies. I looked around looking for where he dropped my blazer and pants but they were nowhere in sight.

He made it clear to me. “You're not loveable by the way, so don't expect to be loved,” he continued, before he turned to walk away. I felt excruciating pain at that. My tears now trickled down my eyes. Was that why Lucas, my fiancé , left me for my sister? Why couldn't he love me, no matter how hard I tried? “But why don't I go now? I mean, there's still enough time to do the shopping.” I interrupted, stopping him in his tracks.

When they found his phone, the screen was cracked, but it was still open to my old number. When I heard the news, I did not cry. I only remembered the young man who had once held my hand in front of Clara and promised that if he ever betrayed me, he would lose everything. In the end, he really had. But I did not win. Clara was gone. Vincent was gone. And the girl who had once believed love and family could both stay had disappeared somewhere between New York and Chicago, on a flight I could never take back.

Shawn yelled angrily, "Sonia, we'll never have anything to do with each other again if you leave with this stranger!" I said flatly without looking back, "We haven’t had anything to do with each other for a long time now. Your fiancée is now Britney Zigger." I thought I loved Shawn so much that I would be in agony if I left him. Though it was painful to leave, I felt like I was reborn. I finally realized that we had too many problems, the biggest being Britney. Looking at this matter as an outsider, I could no longer persuade myself that they were only good friends. However, it had nothing to do with me anymore. The only thing I had to consider now was how to support myself.

However, don't bad bitches also have their moment of weaknesses? “I loved him and I believe he loved me too until he disappeared last month without a word except for a text, saying he couldn't stay with me anymore. He left with a trace and left me in the middle of a storm… the storm within had been hard to calm ever since then, Finn.” I concluded, sobbing queitly as I reminisce about the good old days with my lover. I missed him. “To make matters worse, my parents are trying to force me to marry someone I hate with every blood within me. They are forcing me to marry even though they had never been there for me.”

“Dearly beloved Charles, I have waited for you for a long time, and I am now tired. I gave you my love, my all love in true wedlock. I offered you my assistance in anything that concerns the task of a true wife in a good coordinated wedlock. I refused any man’s company after I gave you the vows of love. But, now, I am so weakened by your acts of indifference toward our everlasting vows. I am paralyzed and dejected by your sinful apprehension, which your ills and amoral characters disdained our status. I am so terror-struck that I have not comprehended or hardly could give answers to what your proper plans were about me. I have in these many months of your absence from me dreaded of your inte

He leaned his back against the backrest before replying. "She's my fianceé," Shawn replied. "Does that mean she's on the other side of the room?" Shawn nodded his head profoundly. He then crossed his arms. "Yes, she is. However, that woman has been aloof ever since she came back," he explained, trying to describe the changes in his love. "Came back from where?" "She ran away from her family a few years ago," Shawn replied before shrugging his shoulders. Meanwhile, his friend couldn't help but furrow his brows.

" I looked at him. He was unrecognizable like this. Stefan had never spoken to me from such a low place, never reached for my hand the way he was reaching now. I stepped back before he could take it. I had never let myself imagine being loved by Stefan, not once or in any serious way. Yet here he was, saying the words out loud. But my previous life had cost too much. I could not go back and live it again. I was not strong enough for that. I pushed his hand away gently. "Stefan, I don't want to get married anymore. What you feel right now might not be what you think. It could be guilt. It could be pity. I don't know. But I don't want either of those."

"We made each other into checkboxes. That's not a marriage. That's a merger." He stared at her. "Is it Damien?" His voice cracked. "Are you actually…." "There is no one else. There is just me, figuring out who I am." She stood, pulling on her jacket. "I'm sorry it ended this way. I'm sorry I said yes when I shouldn't have. You deserve someone who actually wants to be there. I hope you find that." She started to leave. "When it falls apart," Marcus said behind her, low and bitter, "when he gets bored and you've burned every bridge, don't come back here."