Novel & Cerita How To Survive In A Loveless Marriage

"Can we just coexist peacefully from now on? Stop pestering me about love. We're both parents now; we should focus on living harmoniously for the kids." I tried to pull him back from the edge, helping him see reality. The reality was I didn't love him, and I never would. He was just the father of my children to me. He averted his gaze, draining his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Teagan, do you really feel nothing for me?" His voice grew hoarse, tinged with emotion. "Teagan, but we're married! How can that work without love?" I felt tired; my temples began to throb again.

The only thing that had changed had been my big circle glasses that always slept on my nose and now I tried to apply makeup once in a while. “Don’t answer that, you wouldn’t know what to do.” She sighed again and I could picture her frown. “All right, here’s what you’ll do.” I listened closely as she instructed me on what to do to save my marriage while I gobbled it up. I know this much desperation was bad but I couldn’t help it. Perhaps if I could choose who to love then I wouldn’t care what he did. “I’ll leave the house now. Will call you when I get to the store.”

During the moments when I was on the verge of death, my only thought had been to get back to my daughter and be there to protect her as she grew. I had pictured her growing up countless times in my mind, but nothing could match the desire to witness every moment of her development in person. Even during the two nights when I lay unconscious in the hospital, it was Celeste's voice that seemed to echo in my ears. The doctors told me it was a miracle that I woke up, but deep down, I knew it was my love for Celeste that gave me the strength to survive. After soothing Celeste to sleep, I quietly left the room and found that Beverly had already signed the divorce papers.

“You don’t even respect me. You don’t respect the marriage you’re pretending to fight for.” “I don’t have to love you to be married to you.” His tone is flat, his jaw tight. “Now move.” The words hit me like a slap. I stand there frozen, feeling the final thread that held us together snap in my chest. He doesn’t love me. Not anymore. Tears blur my vision as I whisper, “I can’t stay in a loveless marriage, Stephan.” “You’re going to have to try, Eva!” he yells. “No.” I lift my chin, forcing the words out. “We’re over. We’ve been over for a long time.”

The night air was cool, comforting. “Do you ever think about how close we came to losing all this?” he asked. “Yes,” I admitted. “But I don’t live there anymore.” He took my hand, threading our fingers together. “You changed everything,” he said. “No,” I corrected softly. “We did.” Love had never been the plan. Our marriage had begun as a transaction. An arrangement wrapped in obligation and secrets. We had hurt each other, misunderstood each other. Nearly lost everything to lies that weren’t even ours.

"How could you stay in a loveless marriage?" He said he only liked me. Technically what we have now was loveless marriage because as he said, he only liked me. "Keira. Can we please start it slowly? I chose you as my wife. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please?" He grabbed my hand and squeezed my hand tight. "What if Zoe comes back, Lennox? What if after a couple of months, she will return from her exile and says she still loves you? What will become of me? Will you leave me just like what you did before, Lennox?"

But I found out he didn't feel the same about me on our wedding day. Okay, to be perfectly honest with you and me. I knew he wasn't head over heels in love with me. But ladies, you know what I thought. I thought he would eventually fall in love with me because I'm sweet and love this man so much. Only if he gave our marriage a chance could we live blissfully ever after. But I had no idea how much he didn't love me and didn't want to marry me. So to envision him falling in love with me, from what I experienced at our wedding and in our marriage, it appeared it would never happen. Despite all that, we are married. So did love ever emerge to the surface? If it did make its appearance, was it du

There was now one huge question that loomed like a hot air balloon in the air. How would this affect their marriage? Although she had served the divorce papers as a gift to be opened in public, James had somehow kept it under the wraps. She suspected that he had also succeeded in hiding the papers from his father. Patrick being a traditional man would never condone a divorce especially if it appeared to stem from the fault of his own son. He had mentioned at their wedding that one who could not persevere in a marriage was not fit to run the family business. Patrick would rather open the business to the public than give it over to a son who disappointed him.

“You’re going to marry someone else.” The words hit me harder than the rejection. I let out a broken laugh. “Marry? After this? Do you want to kill me?” His eyes narrowed. “Don’t be dramatic. This isn’t about love. It’s about survival. Ours.” “I won’t,” I snapped, anger rising through the cracks of my grief. “You can’t just throw me into another marriage like I’m—like I’m property!” “You think you still have a choice?” His voice dropped, sharp as glass. “The bank is on our backs, the investors are circling like vultures. Our only chance is with him.”

Sometimes you have to make decisions that destroy you—all because you have no choice. Now I’m back to being Mrs. Cross. Back to the loveless marriage. Back to misery. Back to the beautiful, suffocating cage called home.