Boundaries In Marriage Novels & Stories

“That's for sure.” She moved and turned to face me fully. “But not here?” I let out a soft sigh, frustration creeping in now. “Maya, you—” “No, I want to understand,” she cut me off, her voice sharpened. “You said you're in an open marriage, that your wife doesn’t care what you do, but suddenly now there are boundaries?” My jaw clenched faintly. “It's more complicated than that.” “Complicated how?!” She snapped. “You and Lynette barely even act married. You two don't even have kids together. So why exactly are you still married to her?”

This is not who I wanted to be. At the office, Alex noticed immediately. “You okay?” he asked. “I’m tired,” I said. “Of pretending.” When Ethan finally appeared later that afternoon, I walked into his office and closed the door behind me. “We need rules,” I said. He looked up. “Rules?” “Yes,” I replied. “If this marriage is going to work—even as a contract—then we need boundaries. This time, we're going by my own rules.” He leaned back slowly. “Go on.”

"Yeah yeah, she is my PA. She already does that." I rolled my eyes. "Both Parties agree to remain faithful to the image of the marriage. Relationships outside the marriage are not permitted." I read. "Okay." "Party B’s role as Party A’s personal assistant will continue during the marriage unless otherwise agreed upon in writing. Duties and professional boundaries shall be maintained as per pre-existing employment agreements." I nodded and looked over at Xander who was back to glaring at the paper. "What is professional boundaries? I am the husband!" "Shut up, Xandy. I like it. I want to keep it."

I didn’t need anyone—especially not a colleague—getting into the messy gears of my marriage. “Is it because of your husband?” he asked pointedly. My ears perked up instantly. He beamed like he’d just discovered a priceless forensic lead. “I’m right, aren't I?” “It’s not important, Sebastian. Do you know what boundaries are?” I asked, staring blankly at him.

“The thought of him doing that makes me feel awkward.” No. No. It's not normal. I felt a pang of panic. “Is it not normal?” I asked, my voice trembling. “It's not that it’s not normal,” she said, trying to reassure me. “Every couple has different boundaries. If he’s comfortable with it, then it’s okay. Communication is key.” “Boundaries?” I asked, frowning in confusion. “Yes, boundaries,” she explained with a shrug. “It means what you are comfortable with and what you aren’t. It’s about communicating and understanding each other’s limits.”

He stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands in his pockets, exuding effortless power. Elena straightened her shoulders and walked in. Adrian turned, his gray eyes sweeping over her like he had been expecting her. "Punctual. I like that." She ignored the jab and placed the contract on his desk. "We need to set boundaries." One dark brow lifted. "Boundaries? In a marriage?" "This isn't a real marriage," she reminded him. "We need rules." He gestured for her to continue, as if amused by the idea. She took a steadying breath. "First, no real intimacy. We play our roles in public, but behind closed doors, we keep our distance.

"Because I want to clarify things, I don't want any misunderstandings or confusion. Do you understand?" Damn it, I don't understand why I'm so bothered. It's obvious that we only have sex, and our marriage isn't real. I'm crossing my limits, I need to remember what my boundaries are. Why do I care who he's with? We can both be free and be with whomever we desire. "And what do we want?" He raises an eyebrow.

he continued, his tone still business like, “We both stay in separate bedrooms,” I blinked, “If we want to show the world that we are married, why separate?” I asked, my brows furrowing as I thought about that rule specifically. I hadn’t been to Sylas’ home yet, but something told me even his bedroom would be way larger than mine. There should be enough room for both of us. “I value my sleep,” Sylas answered, but I spotted his eyes flickering down the cleavage of my wedding dress as he spoke, “And I want clearly defined boundaries.”

"But I understand if you do." "I don't... regret it," she admitted, surprising herself with her honesty. "But it complicates things." Alexander's mouth quirked in a humorless smile. "Our situation was already complicated." An understatement if she'd ever heard one. Isabella took a fortifying sip of coffee, wincing at the bitterness. She'd forgotten to buy sugar last week. "We need rules," she said suddenly. "Boundaries. If we're going to survive this marriage, however long it lasts, we need to be clear about expectations."

He noticed the change in her facial expression and pressed his lips together. “Sure,” he said. “Just as long as they don’t overstep my boundaries.” That was yet another problem- his rules concerning the questions she was meant to ask. She crossed her arms over each other. “If as a married couple, we have the right to have sexual relations like every married couple then why don’t I get to ask you whatever questions I choose as your wife?” His jaw twitched. She exhaled. That question did not go against any boundary. She wasn’t sure what he would do if she actually overstepped any boundaries, but she wasn’t willing to find out.