Boundaries In Marriage Novels & Stories

“Richard, we need to set some boundaries. This whole ‘I own you’ thing is not how a marriage works.” “And what do you know about marriages?” I arched my brows in amusement. “Alot, my parents are in one.” She replied, her annoyance increasing by the second. I chuckled, enjoying the way I could get under her skin. “Marriage, my dear, is complex. And in our case, it's a struggle of convenience. Let's not complicate it with unnecessary rules.” She shot me a glare but didn't back down. “We can't just ignore boundaries. We have to establish some ground rules.”

"Boundaries? Are you talking about boundaries now?" "Yes Varda. You have the whole fucking mansion to yourself but I left one rule and that was that you do not enter my office without my knowledge!" He yelled. He immediately cleared his throat and muttered another low apology. I was beginning to get sick of the apologies. "You have no right to talk about boundaries Stephen because for some reasons unknown to me, I have been forced to marry you. You crossed boundaries the moment you forced me into a loveless marriage with you." I said proceeding to dish out two spoons of carrot soup on my plate.

"He didn't believe me. He thinks we're getting too close. That this arrangement is becoming complicated." I threw back the covers, needing to move. "And we can't have that, can we?" "It's not about feelings. It's about survival." Kayden stood, crossing to the windows. "My father is watching. Waiting for us to make a mistake. That means we need rules. Clear boundaries that even he can't misinterpret." He moved to his desk, pulled out a leather portfolio. Our marriage contract inside, the one I'd signed three days ago. "We're adding clauses," he said. "Official terms for how this marriage operates."

There was something unnerving about how calculated he was, as if our entire marriage could be reduced to numbers on a contract. I hesitated. “And… what about personal boundaries?” Damien’s lips twitched slightly. “You’ll have your own space. I won’t touch you unless you want me to.” My breath hitched. The way he said it—so effortlessly, so confidently—sent a strange shiver down my spine. Unless I wanted him to. I cleared my throat, pushing the thought away. “Okay… What about my career? My life? Do I have to drop everything to play the perfect wife?”

"There's always more to say, but some things are best left unsaid. At least for now.” I didn't know what that meant and didn't know how to respond. Luckily, Celeste returned with plates of food. Bread and cheese and cold meat. Simple but filling. We ate in silence for a few minutes, the awkwardness settling over us again. Then Evander broke the silence. "We need to set some ground rules." I raised my eyebrows. "Rules?” "For our marriage," he explained. "Boundaries, expectations, and dividing responsibilities.” "Right. That makes sense."

"Oh, so you do know I'm a woman after all. In all the years we've known each other, I've always thought you see me as a guy." Jeremy took a drag of his cigarette before answering, "I'm a married man now, so unlike before, I have to keep some boundaries between myself and the opposite s*x." Sophia snorted with laughter. "Okay, Mister Married Man, let me ask you something. Where is your wife now, huh? What's the point of keeping boundaries when she's not even here to see it?" Jeremy's face darkened, even though he agreed with what Sophia said. 'She's right. What's the point of keeping my boundaries? It's not that little rascal would care.'

“But you didn’t stop being my husband legally.” “No.” Ah. There he is. I pushed the folder an inch away. “So boundaries only apply when they benefit you.” “No. I wasn’t going to drag you home. I also wasn’t going to sign something I believed was born out of a lie.” I stared at him like he had just placed a gun on the table and called it philosophy. “Do you hear how fucked up that sounds?” “I do.” “Really? Because there’s one important part in there called me. The woman who signed those papers.”

The table was very quiet. Ian was looking at me with an expression I had not seen before on his face — not the cold boredom, not the smirk, not the calculated annoyance. Something that had been hit somewhere real and was in the process of deciding what to do about it. “We can respect each other’s boundaries,” I said. “Fine. I agree. But let me be equally clear about mine.” My voice was firm. “I do not care what you did before this marriage. But while we are married you will not disrespect me. You will not humiliate me. And you will not have sex with other women through our shared life. I am not asking you to love me. I am not asking you to pretend. I am asking for the basic dignity that one

Although the idea of staying in a different room away from my husband was unclear to me, my room was exceptionally beautiful. “You haven’t answered my question” I said glaring at him hoping for an explanation His lips pursed into a thin line he said “let’s just talk about it now shall we?, I wanted you to settle in first before talking but let’s just talk now” he said flatly “I know you’re not interested in this marriage and honestly neither am I. I told you why I needed to get married already so there’s no need to go over it again. We’ll be married couples outside but we’ll stay out of each other’s business inside to avoid crossing each other’s boundaries. I’ll have the freedom to do whatev

The early she accepted that, the better their lives will be, and easier to let go when the time comes. These boundaries, she already subtly set without announcing to her sexy husband, with the help of Clara and yes, Sasha. They already communicated her future appointments and schedules to Renata way ahead and the major change - though it is highly doubtful that Jared would even notice - was that she and he shall not be in the same city as much as possible. With the exception of critical board meetings, special events, gala dinners where a plus one is necessary for a “united front”, neither of them shall stay in the same roof breathing the same air in the same city at approximately 70% of the