Novel & Cerita Husband Wants An Open Marriage

“It’s…erm…it’s an open marriage.” “Wow.” My hands fly to my mouth without me realizing it. An open marriage? I’ve always thought open marriages were ridiculous. Why would you want to sleep with other people when you’re already married and committed to someone else? “Yes. My husband and I can sleep with whoever we want to.” she adds as if she can read my mind. “It doesn’t affect the love we have for each other. At least that was the initial plan until…” “You fell for someone else.” Here I’m thinking my relationship with Damien is complicated.

What more do you want? "If you keep causing a scene, I’m going to retract my offer to remarry you. You’re going to regret it." I could tell he had run out of patience, judging by his expression. Regret? I had already done my part of regretting. I regretted not leaving him sooner. It was only after I left him that I realized that there was more to this world than Emil. "Emil, let me be perfectly clear: I have no intention of remarrying you. In fact, I am already married, so I would appreciate it if you stopped pestering me." I shrugged off his hand and turned to leave.

“You don’t need to keep going back and forth. You’re a man. Talk to me. What do you want? What’s the solution to all the problems you think we have?” “Let’s have an open marriage, Rachel,” he told me plainly. His eyes lacked emotion. He was just there… neutral and expressionless, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb. I didn’t react for a few seconds because I was still trying to make sure I hadn’t heard wrong. “Did I hear that correctly?” My face tightened. “You heard correctly, Rachel,” he confirmed. “Listen to me… this decision is for the best. You will stop worrying about my affairs, and I will also stop worrying about hurting you. It works for both of us,” he added.

I lifted my head and looked up at him from the floor of the room where my marriage had just died, my whole body shaking. "What exactly do you call this?" My voice cracked and rose. "A wife for your cameras and my sister for your bed. What do you call that, Michael?" He straightened up. He buttoned his cuff, first the left, then the right, and looked down at me with the patient face of a man closing a meeting. "I want an open marriage," he said. "A divorce will taint my reputation."

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

’ Valentina knocked on the door. “Pass” was a short and powerful order. “I finished cleaning” I was a little tired and wanted to rest, so I asked impatiently, “Is there anything else?” “Do you want us to go public with our marriage tomorrow? Do you have any comments?” He asked while still looking at the documents in his hand. “No,” she had no say in all of this. It is within the contract; I must do whatever is asked. “Then we will be husband and wife in the company. We will behave as such. Okay?”

“Urg. Wendy, you’re such a pervert. Seriously, get your husband a visit to the doctor. They make pills for this sort of thing, you know.” “Oh, my husband and I had a discussion about that. He was missing things in our relationship, too. So, we agreed to test out an open marriage. He’s been fucking the barista at our local coffee shop. Like rabbits. Anyway, I’ve only had one fling, but it gave me a taste of what’s available, and I intend on sampling as many varieties of man candy as I can get my lips on.” “Am I interrupting?” Charles asked, opening the door.

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

For three years, once-heiress Arabella Morgan played the perfect wife, enduring Ethan Sterling’s coldness while quietly watching her marriage die. Then she walks in on her husband in bed with his secretary, Sienna. When Ethan coldly announces that he is filing for divorce, Arabella removes her wedding ring and walks away with what little dignity she has left. But when her mother’s sudden medical crisis leaves her desperate for money, Ethan refuses to help. So does her own father. The only person willing to step in is Damian Sterling—Ethan’s ruthless billionaire father. Damian has watched his son take Arabella for granted for years. Now that she is finally free, the restraint h

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.