You Shouldn't Have Come Here Ending Explained

"Sign here, I have the divorce papers." Areiza Kensley had just walked in the door when Darren Venzor, her husband, handed her the divorce papers. Areiza felt an unbearable pain in her heart. Still, she tried her best to keep a straight face. She didn't want to look weak in front of this man... Areiza quickly took the paper and fished the pen out of her pocket, but Darren snatched it away. He frowned, "Aren't you going to read the agreement?" Areiza pursed her lips and replied, "No need, I know you must have everything ready for me even if I don't need it." Darren nodded. "That's right, this house is yours as well, including your mother's medical bills, which I'll continue to pay in the future, and I'll make sure you live without any burdens." How thoughtful, Areiza thought sarcastically. She grabbed the paper again and signed it forcefully. Areiza thought that once she signed the divorce papers, she would be able to start her new life without the man Darren Venzor interfering in her life... However... Did Areiza and Darren really go their separate ways after the divorce or... There is something waiting for her...

Even in the modern time, she was given for marriage without her consent. Her father being so selfishness, also dragged his family along into his messy shit. As always, a marriage where a lady is been forced to, must have no love at all. Irrespective of the fact she was married to one of the richest man, she wasn't happy and their marriage lacked alot. In the quest to either grow their marriage or get a divorce after the contract was about coming to an end, the couple, fell in the uncast spells of one another.

"Do you feel it coming alive?" he whispered. His hand holding mine on his bulge. "If anyone sees us—" I stuttered. We weren’t alone in the house. "If you agree to be my good little stepsister—they’ll treat you with respect too." His dark eyes held a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. "I know you had a crush on me." "I—I didn’t know you were my stepbrother," I tried to explain, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. That touch! That gentle press of dominance. It was dangerous. It was temptation itself. "Then no one has to know our dirty little secret." His voice was a trap, laced with seduction. "Be my stepsister by day… and my whore by night." I had thought I was inching toward freedom. That escape was just within reach. But the noose had been tightening all along. And this time, it wasn’t fate or circumstance pulling it tight. It was the hands of my own stepbrothers. .. Lavender wanted a normal life—one where she was respected for who she was, not judged for being born from rape. But everything changed when she helped a wounded stranger– and unknowingly walked into the world of the mafia. She thought she could escape the ruthless mafia boss she saved—until she found herself in his mansion, introduced as his stepsister. When her mother made her meet her new family, Lavender’s world shattered. How could she tell her mother that her soon-to-be stepbrothers were mafia bosses, who saw her as nothing more than a pawn? Lavender is left with two choices: fight back or submit to her stepbrothers' control. But can she escape the grip of the mafia? But how can one ever escape the mafia?

After spending five years in a marriage her parents disapproved of and her only right as a member of the Miller family taken away, Rosetta's life just started going downhill. She was always in the shadows since birth and she thought her only means of happiness was marrying the man whom she thought loved her, even though her parents refused the idea but her life wasn't any better. Her husband threw her into prison after being framed by his mistress for her miscarriage and being in prison toughened her up. Now she was back for revenge and no one would stop her.

Heart pounding in trepidation, I collected the paperwork from him, and saw “Divorce Agreement” clearly written as the letterhead. “Y-You want a divorce?” I croaked out. “Did I do something wrong?” “The question you should ask is if you've ever done anything right!” Eduardo spat. “Could you at least tell me what I did?” I sniffled. “My true love is back in town, so if you know what's good for you, you’d better sign those papers and leave my house!” He barked before storming out of the room. + Three years ago, Jocelyn Roswell became Eduardo Lopez’s wife. Things go well and they live blissfully as a couple until she has a miscarriage. Eduardo changes toward her and becomes an unrecognizable brute. Upon his ex-girlfriend’s return to the country, Eduardo divorces Jocelyn and chases her out of his life. She leaves, unknowingly pregnant, heartbroken and determined to get her revenge. In a horrible twist of fate, Jocelyn has an accident and almost loses the baby. Five years later, she returns as a confident businesswoman, and Eduardo finds himself desperately yearning for her forgiveness. What happens when Eduardo finds out about their son? Will he ever get a second chance to make things right?

The day I marry Navy Captain Dean Aldridge, I hear his stepsister Shirley Pierce's inner voice. "Diane is so beautiful and graceful. I wish I could be like her, but I'm nothing more than an unwanted burden in this family… "I really adore her, though. I saved up my allowance to buy her a bracelet as a wedding gift, but I'm afraid she'll think it's unlucky and refuse it." In my last life, those words had filled my heart with pity. I'd accepted the bracelet and even taken Shirley under my wing, teaching her to read and write. But not long after my wedding, my health began to deteriorate for no reason. It wasn't until I lay dying that I discovered the truth—the bracelet Shirley had given me was cursed, and she'd deliberately made me hear her inner voice. She'd long been in love with Dean and was determined to make the Aldridge family hers one day. Now, when I open my eyes again, I find myself back on my wedding day.

Paula gave her all for her husband, only to discover to her regret, she was just a substitute for the woman he truly loved. Heartbroken, she was kicked out of the house, not even being given the opportunity to reveal she was pregnant. Paula still had hopes of winning her husband back, but then he framed her, leading her to go jail for two months, for a crime she didn't commit. This brewed hated in Paula's heart for him and she decided to get even, and returned back to her father as the prodigal daughter, to claim her rightful place as a powerful heiress. Five years after, Paula returns back to the city, popular and well-known and this time, her ex- husband wants her back and would do anything to make her his again, but how? All Paula wants now is to ruin the man she once loved, with the help of her billionaire fiancee who will give the world to her if she asked. What happens when Paula finds out later on, that she was actually wrong and the new enemies are those closer to her?

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"

During the third year of our marriage, my husband's ex—whom he dated for eight years—suddenly shares a photo of a ten-million-dollar marital home on her social media. It's captioned, "I've finally gotten a mansion! Who's the best at dating? I am!" I gape at the image—I see my husband swiping his card at the real estate sales office in a corner of the photo. I leave a question mark in the comments. In the next second, my husband calls me to tell me off. "I'm just making good on a promise I made her when we were dating—to buy her a marital home. Why did you have to go insult her like that? Are you evil enough to turn me into a man who goes back on his word?" That evening, his ex shares another photo of a million-dollar renovation bill. I know it's a gift from my husband to appease her, but I don't care anymore…

Two years into her marriage, nakaupo si Ysabel Gomez sa Quezon City Civil Registry, hawak ang marriage certificate nila ni Rafael Jimenez. Pero sa isang iglap, naglaho ang lahat nang matuklasan niyang peke pala ang kasal nila. Every I love you’s… Every promise of forever… it was nothing but lies she had foolishly believed. Dahil natuklasan niyang si Rafael Jimenez, ang lalaking minahal niya ng anim na taon, ay kasal na pala sa isang propesor na mas matanda sa kanya. She felt her world crumbling into pieces. “I’m unmarried. Childless. And I’ll inherit everything,” mariin niyang wika sa abogado nang kaniyang ama. Sa unang pagkakataon, pinili niyang pakinggan ang sarili. Tahimik siyang naglaho sa mata ng lahat. Hindi para magtago, kundi para bumangon. At nang muling makita siya ng mundo, hindi na siya ang babaeng minsang niloko at iniwan. Siya na ngayon ang babaeng tinitingala ng lahat. Confident, elegant, at nakatayo sa tabi ng isang makapangyarihang lalaki na hindi siya tinrato bilang pag-aari, kundi bilang kapantay. Habang pinapanood naman siya ni Rafael, doon napagtanto ng lalaki kung ano ang sinayang niya. And as Ysabel smiled before the flashing cameras, surrounded by a world that once pitied her, a smirk plastered on her face. Her story wasn’t over yet. This was only the beginning.