How To Survive In A Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

Adam Locke made it his mission to control our marital finances. Every time I needed money, he subjected me to an interrogation. All I was allowed was 300 dollars a month, no more, no less. "Asking for money again?" Adam asked, shoving his ledger in my face. "You've already reached your withdrawal limit for this month!" I stared at the ledger. That 300-dollar budget was supposed to cover our children's medical bills, our daily household expenses, and even the money Adam owed restaurants or colleagues whenever he got drunk at one of his "business events." Not a single one of those expenses had been for me. Suddenly, his phone rang. He picked it up from the table, and his tone softened al

That certain someone's absence pained me . Do this marriage means nothing to him . Every couples in the entire universe fight then compromise and live together . Alas ! We don't even share a common bed room . No we don't even talk . His lips don't bowed in a smile seeing my face . I wonder why I agreed to marry him . Clearly it was a loveless marriage . Do I have a family ? . Where are my relatives . And why the fuck the mansion don't have any internet . It was hell boring here . I felt trapped and caged . Lone tears escaped my eyes . I don't want to live like this. I don't know when I cried off to sleep .

She would be lost without him. “I’ve heard about loveless marriages.” Jeric’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Like, not being in love but still sticking together.” The idea of a loveless marriage hit her in the chest, a sharp stab of unease at the thought of it applying to her and Gildeon. She didn’t like that. She wanted something more for them—something like what that couple from before had: love, joy, contentment, and affection. If only...

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.

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

There was no tenderness in his touch, only the chill of necessity. In the quiet aftermath, as we lay entwined in the stillness of the room, I felt a profound emptiness. I was trapped in a loveless marriage, a life dictated by obligation rather than desire. And though my heart ached with loneliness and fear, I resolved to maintain the facade. For tonight, at least, I would play the part assigned to me, even as every fiber of my being yearned for something real—a love that I feared might forever remain just out of reach.