A Man Will Sacrifice His Happiness Novels & Stories

"That's not..." "I could make you happy." His hand slid definitively lower, fingers pressing into the curve above my hip. "In his absence. When he's too busy with meetings and territory disputes and all the things that matter more to him than you do. No one would have to know. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. What happens in Monaco stays in Monaco." I went rigid. "What are you talking about?" "Seeking happiness elsewhere. Pleasure where you can find it. You're young, beautiful, full of life. Why waste it on a man who can't give you what you need? Who probably can't even..."

They were never privy to all of his struggles – our struggles. Now that we have reached this crucial moment, I knew there was no coming back to the old ways. If I – or rather if we - can survive this, I know that we will have to become renewed people. We cannot simply go back to our former, wily, and reckless ways and think solely of our own needs. I have to consider my husband’s needs before that of own, and he must consider my own welfare before his. But at this very moment, we are putting aside our own happiness for the happiness of those who are dear to us. I pray that this sacrifice will be all worth it in the end...

It might be a good way, or a bad one. "Would you rather sacrifice for other people's happiness than your own, Sapphire?" He raised one of his brows again. "I-I don't know..." My forehead knitted. It was a complex question, and Papa has an excellent point. Why can't everyone be happy without causing pain towards others? Why does happiness need to come with a price? Can't we all just be happy? "You're my daughter. And you should remember that you're not a martyr, okay? I'm not telling you to be selfish. But sometimes, it's okay to be."

Zogo lifted his eyes and met the old man’s gaze. “Honor means nothing if it abandons those who rely on it,” he said firmly. “A man’s worth is measured by what he is willing to sacrifice for others.” A flicker crossed Don Victor’s face. Neither approval nor rejection of anything between the two. His lips curved slightly, the shadow of a smile. “Mmm. A noble answer. Many speak of sacrifice. Few understand its cost.” He leaned forward, the fire catching sharp in his eyes. “And if the cost is everything you hold dear, would you still pay it?”

"You think I don't know? That is the underlying principle of an agent's life, putting the welfare of others before our own" "Then you must understand why I'm doing this" "But you're in love with someone else" "I'll get over it" "You can not be serious!" "How can you be so contradictory? One minute you tell me that you understand what it's like to put others before ourselves and the next you ask me to do the exact opposite of that!" "But what is the use of sacrificing your happiness for people who are already happy? It seems like you are facing unnecessary pain!" "I'm thinking long-term. What happens if the link between cities is broken? My next marriage will at least guarantee a safety net.

"But everyone deserves to be happy." I know that. "And what if it comes with a high price? What if someone has to be hurt for another to be happy?" I fix my eyes on the glass I'm holding, tilting it to the sides, Malik's intense gaze on me. "Would you rather sacrifice your own happiness so that another won't get hurt?" he asks casually, and my heart tightens. "Is that what's happening to you?" He now sounds serious. Maybe? Well, it doesn't matter.

He wasn’t ready to give up his own life to live theirs . He wasn’t going to sacrifice his happiness for the sake of others. He was going to start making decisions by himself and for himself and was starting with his love life.

He stepped closer and held my face gently in his hands. "Never, don't ask me to do that to you," he whispered, and I shook my head in pain; I couldn't bear the thought. "The children's lives are at stake. I would rather sacrifice my happiness than risk theirs. Please, I will still be here. I don't care if my kids lose their inheritance; as long as they are alive, that's all that matters," I said, and he cupped my face as he leaned down toward me, his gray eyes blazing with determination.

Things between us were already falling apart. “I will not hurt someone else to achieve my own happiness.” He responded. “Ughh!” I groaned out my frustration, “You and your darned morals! Your own happiness? What about mine? You’ll give up everything because of someone you don’t even know?” He stared straight at me, eyes reaching deep into my soul. “You have it wrong. This isn’t about her, it’s you. If you can sacrifice someone you think is insignificant for us, then you can do much worse. I don’t want that for us. “

"We'll leave this city together and go somewhere so far away no one will ever find us, and everyone else stays behind, your darling sister included. They get to live their lives the way they want to and have a golden opportunity to be finally happy, your husband included." "So in other ways, you're asking me to sacrifice myself for everyone else's freedom?" "It's not really a sacrifice if you get to live a good life, Sofia." "A good life?" I asked him, furrowing my brows. "In what universe are we married and I'm living a fucking good life?"