How To Survive In A Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

'' he murmured. He was trapped in a loveless marriage that might never yield to anything at all. It was very clear to him that no matter how much he tried, the love he and Sylvia yearned for might never get to them. It was a bitter pill he had to swallow and live with. And so, what was the point of even trying? ''You know what? I'm done trying. They could as well do whatever they liked. I don't have to live by their rules. I'm my own man and I can do whatever i like.'' he seethed.

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.

“I thought it would be better to show you than explain manually why I hate marriage so much. I didn’t want to be enslaved or have to ruin the beautiful thing we have together. I love you. We don’t have to commit now.” “I understand.” “Do you?” She looked up at Madaline. She sighed tiredly again and the hollow began to fade away, Natalia parted from him. She looked back and smiled. “It’s already been three months. It’s completed.” “Natalia, you can’t leave me again. Please, Natalia.” “I’m sorry, my love. I have to do this so both of us can survive. This is our only hope. More than anything, I value you, Marvis Jane and I would do anything to keep you and my family alive.”

“Larissa. What is going on? You don’t just wake up one morning and call off your engagement. Did he do something bad? Did he cheat on you?” I wasn’t going to wash our dirty linen in public. “We don’t love each other. There’s no use in getting married.” I took a big gulp of the milk, sighing in satisfaction. “It’ll be pretty lonely when we get old together and we can’t even sit in the same room.” “You don’t have to be in love to get married. I wasn’t in love with your father when we married but look where we are now. You can fall in love along the line.”

What would their family be like if he hadn’t gone to work that day? It didn’t do any good to think about the what-ifs. The fact was, their lives had become a shit show because Devi was too in love with her dead husband to worry about the two children who were the product of that love. Devi had lost herself in Tom and hadn’t known how to survive life without him. Emma never wanted to feel like that. She never wanted to be so wrapped up in one person that the rest of the world ceased to matter. It was the reason she had developed the plan. Marrying for love was a sure-fire way to end up heartbroken, alone, and broke. Much better to marry for something more tangible. Money, security, mutual goa

“I know the reality of it all. I’ve never been an attractive girl-” “You’re a very lovely girl,” I interrupted her, and I leaned forward in my seat. “I promise, Kiara, I’m telling you the truth. You’re so much more than you think you are.” “That’s kind of you to say,” she remarked, seeming like she didn’t believe me. “My father has always told me that love wasn’t necessary in a marriage. He told me he wasn’t in love with my mother when they got married, but their marriage was good anyway. Is that true? Are loveless marriages able to work?”

The silence keeps me clean. She won’t find out. Not until I’ve cashed the check and disappeared. I didn’t marry for love. I married for money. I didn’t promise to protect her. I promised to win. And in this game? I always win. I'm not a monster I'm just trying to survive Survival is never clean it's ruthless and I've always been good at ruthless.

he says as he starts to walk away. “Bye babies” I call out “I love you”, “Bye Mummy” they shout back. I wave to the children and close the door. As if he suggested I get back with him, so I don’t have to miss my babies. What sort of life would that even be? Living in a loveless marriage without trust. He is completely deluded. *

At the entrance, I stopped and looked back at the Seattle skyline, where Mikel was probably still sitting in my living room, processing the fact that the woman he loved was marrying someone else to save their daughter. *I love you,* I thought, hoping somehow he could feel it across the city. *I love you enough to let you go.* Then I followed James Morrison into the courthouse to become Mrs. Morrison, carrying my broken heart and the marriage license that would save Emma Romano's future. The choice was made. Now I just had to live with it for the next thirteen years. *If I could survive losing Mikel once,* I told myself as the courthouse doors closed behind us, *I can survive anything.*

We peeked around the corner, we saw Calous graveling before an open door. “Listen to me please. I have to marry her, or our people will die. Do you really think I would choose that disgusting pig over you?” ‘I can’t believe I have to marry that disgusting pig…’ the words echoed in my head. I didn’t hear anymore of their conversation, as I felt a huge sadness wash over me. I looked down at my body. I was extremely heavy, who would love a woman such as me. ‘If you wish for your husband to love you, then lose some weight.’ ‘This was the only way for you to have a husband.’ I turned and started walking away. I was never meant to be loved, a contract was made so I would not be alone… I still didn