How To Survive In A Loveless Marriage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Yet even through the sound of the rain, her voice was steady when she whispered to herself, “If this is war, I will fight. I may have lost him, but I won’t lose myself.” In the stillness that followed, Izabelleh turned away from the window. Somewhere down the hallway, she could hear faint footsteps—Aion’s, perhaps pacing in another room, restless and angry. Maybe he was as lost as she was. But it didn’t matter anymore. Because tonight marked the end of the love they once shared, and the beginning of something far colder—a marriage bound not by affection, but by survival. And as the storm raged on outside, Izabelleh lifted her chin and whispered to the silence, “So be it.”

the widow says quietly, swirling her drink, “isn’t about love. It’s about stability.” “Or survival,” someone chips in lightly. I listen more than I speak because honestly I have nothing to say. They talk about managing households that honestly sound like corporations. About knowing which staff members are loyal and which are too ambitious for their station. About learning to smile at women who want what you have and men who underestimate you. “You don’t marry the man,” one of the engaged girls says. “You marry his enemies.” That earns a few nods and raised glasses.

Ryan explained his current situation to her, his voice filled with frustration and desperation. “I need your help on how to go about this fast. My grandfather is forcing me to get married and give me a child. How am I supposed to achieve this considering love is not a thing for me recently?” She listened to his frustration attentively and understood the extent of his problem. When he finished, she nodded slowly, more like she had an idea.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

Just stay close to me so that I don't look for you, alright? As they made their way toward the bar, Sophia started feeling this unmistakable sensation that someone was watching her. She has not felt this way for a long time. As she glanced across the room, she froze. Adrian Calloway stood by the stage, dressed in a sleek black tuxedo that commanded presence. His piercing gaze locked onto her, and for a moment,time seemed to stop. Five years!!!!.. Five long years since she had walked away from him and their suffocating marriage. Sophia thought that leaving her marriage meant she had escaped his shadow, but seeing him again brought up a rush of emotions that she wasn't prepared for.

Her eyes were full of deep affection, which only made me want to vomit. "Stop deluding yourself. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Don't you already know that?" Perhaps I should have known all along that Celia knew how much I loved her, which was why she deliberately humiliated me. That was why she agreed to marry me in the first place. Perhaps it was to play the game of keeping her legal husband at home while having affairs on the side? However, she should not have been so naive. "Celia, what you should be doing now isn't stopping me, but going back and stopping your parents from killing that guy. After all, I won't be the one arrested if the doctor calls the police."

"Are you working with him to destroy me?" "No." Tears spilled down her cheeks. "I'm not working with anyone. I'm just trying to survive in a world where everyone wants me dead or controlled or broken. I'm trying to exist in a situation I never asked for, trapped in a marriage I never wanted, to a man who claims to love me but treats me like property." The words hit like bullets. Each one finding its mark. "I don't claim to love you," I said.

Darren asked in a tone that sounded cold to Vivi. Then, still with the same cold tone, Darren continued his words as if he was challenging Vivi. "I hate unrequited love, so if you want me to fall in love with you, you must make yourself fall in love with me first. And I think that besides enjoying your choice, living this contract marriage by loving each other could be a way for you to survive and live well for the next three years." *** "Two weeks? Is it okay to leave your job for that long?"

"So I married her. The room spun as his final statements crept into her. Her husband can accept the experience of passion. His touches may be warm, and his lips even warmer, but his heart is carved in stone. He never wanted to let a woman inside him – he had ruined every chance he had. Somehow, his parents convinced him that love doesn't exist. Even if there was a faint glimmer on the surface, he still believed that there was no happy ending. Only children will suffer and the pain lasts a lifetime. How can any woman fight a heartless belief with any hope of victory? His urgency for a business marriage suddenly made things clear. "Are you okay?" She had decided to end the night with her last