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Reads 108,275
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Parts 29
Time 13h 54m

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I'm still technically married. I still technically wear my wedding ring. It's on a chain around my neck. With his. He still won't sign the divorce papers. I still don't want him to.All Rights Reserved

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He wasn't always like this... was he? Was it a specific moment that led to where we are today? Was I too blind to see through his façade? Was I blind enough to overlook his sociopathic, sadistic tendencies? No answers, I have no answers. But it doesn't matter anymore. Neither of us are the same people we once were. It's too late for him and I. We can't turn around from the grave sins we've committed. He's the monster I loved once but now, he's the spawn of Satan himself. I was once the girl he supposedly loved but now... I'm just an object of his torments. "You really think you'll be able to leave me?" The sinister look in his eyes keep me alert. "No," I answer truthfully as the blood dripping down my skirt. "You will keep me alive till my heart bleeds for you. Until you break me completely and that's when I'll take my last breath that takes me away from the man who created hell on earth for me; and that's when I'll leave you, forever."

As I lay in my hospital bed I voiced out my decision to my mate regardless of the fact that both of us would be hurting. "I've had to deal with you not caring for 5 good years Brent and I'm done. Here's your ring and when I've recovered I'll come and get my things." "No you can't leave! You're my mate." He argued back "Brent I am done fighting for you and for this relationship and getting hurt okay. I am done." I stated to him and turned back to rest my heard on my friends shoulder. One day my Grandmother fell in love with my grandfather. It wasn't all pretty and happy as I expected. No there were downfalls in their love and moments when they wished they'd never met each other. But the real test was believing that no matter how bad the situation got they would come back together. Or is that just fairy-tale?

Loving Kinnick (Rewritten) by Morks_Ideas

(Rewritten) It would be better off for her if I kept my distance but there is this gravitational pull yanking me back to her. And I'm fucking selfish. I can't stay away from her. Even if it meant I'd die more and more each day. Kill me, now. Let her speak my name over my grave, and watch as it revives me. You might think a resurrection is impossible, but you didn't see the way she brought me back to life.

Our marriage was arranged. We started having feelings for eachother after he tied knot around my neck. I thought it was forever but the we were divorced. Why did we? Why did we lose everything before everything could begin. I want to be with him but seems like I can't....

It's hard being me. I work, I have twins and I have a husband who hardly comes home. I don't know if he's actually working or just avoiding his own family. We argue and fight and I don't think I can take this any longer. Maybe I've wasted eight years of my life with the wrong man...

You broke me ( matt espinosa fanfic) by Espinosas_bxtch

"How can I move on when he still has my heart?" He broke me. He made my life living hell.... But I still love him...||COMPLETE||

Wife Forgotten, a novella by imaginationgirl35

My husband, Mark, is a good man; he's a strong man. When I needed him to step up with our kids as I finished dental school, he became our little family's rock without ever complaining or being bitter. He owned late-night feedings and diaper changes like a champ while I slept so I could be prepared for my classes in the morning. Now, it's my turn to return the favor. He's working hard on a high-profile case that could change the trajectory of his career if he wins this case. In marriage, sometimes a little sacrifice is needed, which is why on our tenth wedding anniversary, like the past six months, I'm celebrating alone, a sacrifice I'm more than willing to give to the man who's so proudly stood by my side all these years. That is until this betrayal . . . . . . well, let's just say it was never a sacrifice I was willing to make. For Readers: *This story is a novella. My goal is to keep it UNDER fifteen chapters with each chapter no more than 2K words. *Constructive critiques are welcomed. * I do try my best to proofread, but mistakes will slip through. Feel free to point them out!

why bad things happen to good people by shazidah

You don't get it...I DON'T LOVE YOU and I never will we are only married in front of people and public but here at home my life is mine.get that into your thick head nothing will ever happen between us. He said those hateful words to me as he storms out living me in our room. I sat down and cried, the only thing I seem to be doing lately.

𝙽𝚘, 𝙼𝚛. 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 || 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳 by xoillumination

Wedding bells ring. The smile on my face says I'm happy. It's been four years, and this is me finally moving on from him. My life is in Ithaca, and his is in LA. That enough distance, I'll never see him again. So, I thought... He's a temptation. He's older now, more built out, but still handsome as ever. A wedding band rests on my ring finger. It's the one thing that's stopping me, until his ring. He had plans for us. Big ones. The temptation is clawing at my back. Do I take it? Or do I leave like I left him four years ago?

"You are no wife to me, you got it!? I'm marrying you because of circumstances and the sooner you feed it in your brain the better it will be for you understand" he said while pushing my back against the wall with force, making me grunt when pain shot through my body. I try to break free by pushing and squirming but it's no use. "Answer me! Don't look away when I'm talking to you! Do you get what I just said or do I need to make myself a little more clear," he said in a dangerously low voice, looking straight into my eyes. "Yes, I know I'm no wife to you and believe me I have no interest in being your wife," I said finally finding my escape from his grip causing me to smirk at him. He looked at me giving me a confused look. "why are you smirking bitch?" "Oh, you're about to find out," I said and kicked him where the sun don't shine, making it extra painful as he fell to his knees, clutching his family jewels for the sake of his life.

Broken By Mafia

He wasn't always like this... was he? Was it a specific moment that led to where we are today? Was I too blind to see through his façade? Was I blind enough to overlook his sociopathic, sadistic tendencies? No answers, I have no answers. But it doesn't matter anymore. Neither of us are the same people we once were. It's too late for him and I. We can't turn around from the grave sins we've committed. He's the monster I loved once but now, he's the spawn of Satan himself. I was once the girl he supposedly loved but now... I'm just an object of his torments. "You really think you'll be able to leave me?" The sinister look in his eyes keep me alert. "No," I answer truthfully as the blood dripping down my skirt. "You will keep me alive till my heart bleeds for you. Until you break me completely and that's when I'll take my last breath that takes me away from the man who created hell on earth for me; and that's when I'll leave you, forever."

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