Novel & Cerita Husband Wants An Open Marriage

Ben says quietly. “You’re a billionaire, of course you can say that. We are going to get married. But it will be a transactional marriage. An open one. Nothing more.” Ben stiffens. “We won’t be obligated to each other. It’s a charade for the world. You can fuck whoever you want, and so can I.” “An open marriage? That’s what you’re settling for?” Ben turns to me, his brow furrowed. “What happened to your dreams of a husband who loves you? A family?”

This woman was an exception. I remembered our wedding night. He'd called it an open marriage. A promise that we could have our games, but our hearts—and our family lines—were off-limits. Untouchable. The only rule. Once, a senator we worked with disrespected me. Said something crude. Before I could react, Damien had crushed his glass in his hand. Shards dug into his palm, blood dripping down. But he smiled at the terrified senator. "The Falcone family rule is no violence in business. But my rule is, no one disrespects my wife."

He hadn't fucked his wife, truly fucked her, like this in ages. Panting harshly next to the teenager who lay passed out next to them hours later, Steve said, "So Lila and Caleb huh? Guess it was unavoidable. She's had him pussy whipped from day one. " "Huh. How about that? Well, who are we to judge? I don't want another divorce. It would devastate the kids and dating is exhausting. What do you think about an open marriage instead?" an equally exhausted Belle asked her husband, while trying to catch her breath in his arms.

I ask, bracing myself. “I want an open marriage.” For a moment, the words don’t register. “What?” I say. “That’s when a couple decides to give each other room to see other people, and—” “I know what an open marriage means, Ryan. Jesus Christ. The answer is no.” He looks at me with disdain. “I wasn’t asking. From now on, we’re in an open marriage. When you see me with someone else, don’t bother asking questions.” My heart slams in my chest. “It’s only an open marriage if I agree. And I don’t.”

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

“I can’t keep showing up to family dinners with nothing to show. I can’t keep watching Elena and Raymond shake their heads at me. I need kids. I need a legacy. And if you can’t give me that…” He paused. Looked at me like I was someone he barely recognized. “I want an open marriage.” I stared at him. The words felt unreal. “Open marriage?” I repeated slowly. “Yeah.” He shrugged like it was simple. “I sleep with other women. You can see whoever you want. We stay married. Keep the house, the money, the image. I get children. You get freedom. It’s practical.” My stomach dropped. This was the man I had stood by through everything. The one who promised forever. Now he was standing there offering t

“Thank you for saying that.” “Of course,” he said. “We’re a family.” I nodded as I continued to watch Scarlett, making my father laugh with something cute she said. “Yeah…we’re a family.” Next in the series… My husband of two years tells me he wants an open marriage. I'm stunned. I'm hurt. And I'm livid. I don't want to be married to a man who wants to open our bed to other people. But then I get a flat tire in the pouring rain and a sexy-as-hell gentleman helps me out.

OPEN MARRIAGE. Nina's POV. "I think we should have an open marriage." Nate, my husband suggested and it felt like my world had just crumbled. Did I hear right or was I hallucinating? "An open marriage?" I repeated, just to be sure because currently, my hands that were holding the concealer to cover up the bruises on my face and neck were trembling. "Yes, You heard right, Nina." He frowned, showing his displeasure at being asked to repeat himself and I bit my lower lips hard.

Burn out to say the least. About a week ago, her husband, Chase had sat her down and calmly suggested an open marriage. He told her that he loved her, but he needed to “explore” and that he was tired of eating from just one pot in his own words. He said it as though it was the only way to keep their spark alive. But she knew she was losing her man, the only logical thing she could do at that moment was refuse immediately. She told him through tears that she could not afford to share him with another woman or live with the thoughts of him in bed with other women.

"I have already had relationships before you. You knew that. I am not saying I will stop loving you. You are my home, Ashley. But my life is busy. Temptation is everywhere. This just means you never have to be surprised. There will be no lies between us." Ashley felt like she could not breathe. She sat down at the kitchen stool. "You are asking me to agree to an open marriage," she said. Harvey nodded once. "Yes. I am giving you honesty. Many women would be grateful. You will still be my wife. You will still have my name. You will still have me." Ashley pressed her hands together to stop them from shaking. "Harvey... I told you about my mother. You know why I hate this. You know what it did