Living In A Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

The words flow like water that has been held back for too long. "My first marriage started with a contract. Every day, I was trapped in the same house with someone who was supposed to love me, but instead hurt me. I couldn't leave because I was bound legally, socially, financially. I had nowhere to go. I had no money. I had no one. Marriage taught me that love is a prison, and I don't want to enter another prison," I say. Leon listens quietly. His hand is still holding mine, warm, but I can feel the tension in his fingers.

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.

She remarked with a smile. We got to the room just as the doctor was walking out. "How is he?" I asked worry evident in my voice. "You are?" The man asked. "The wife." I replied immediately. His brows furrowed as his eyes shifted from me to Mesta. I looked at Mesta who just shrugged. My eyes settled on the doctor. "Everything alright?" "Are you polyamorous?" How was that connected to the love of my life who was in between life and death? "What?"

And my policy is: never live with your enemy in the name of marriage. 'Some say children from divorced marriages suffer a lot of emotional pains. Yes. But I ask, are children in loveless marriages, marriages fraught with quarrels and fights, venom and disgust free from emotional pains? Are they? See, as far as life is concerned here on earth, this problem cannot be ruled out. Sometimes, mismatched people marry and the outcome is problems.' 'Yes…yes…'

I felt a sharp ache replace the love I once felt. I immediately turned off the screen, not wanting to listen to whatever was left for them to say. The room seemed to spin, and my fingers began to tremble as I staggered back, my vision blurring from the sting of unshed tears. The words still linger in my mind. A bet? My marriage — my entire life– turns out to be just a sick game to Martin. A cruel game.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Never do that again. I just wanna tell you that breakfast is ready!" I left his room, and even though we were married, we didn't sleep in the same bed. That's because I'm just a contract wife for this man. I have to spend my one year in this luxurious apartment, but I can't do anything I want. Like a bird in a golden cage, it's beautiful, but I can't move around freely. But what can I do? I had to do anything to make up for the money I'd spent on my father's operation.

“What problems, and you thought I was fine, living a loveless marriage and getting a baby out of it, you think my life was…” “It was not.” “Huh?” “The marriage was not loveless; I loved you. I was just too scared to admit it, but I did and still love you.”

"He is still going to love you." "Epeidí i alítheia eínai óti o gámos den eínai ómorfos. Because the truth is, marriage is not beautiful and that is why he would know all that." Rhea looked down at her daughter as she said those words. "Marriage is ugly. You see the absolute worst in someone. You see them when they're mad, sad, being stubborn, when they're so unlovable they make you scream."

he asked, removing his shirt. “You refuse to come home for two days. You ignore my calls. Now you bring another woman home. Is this all to make me leave or accept the divorce? If it is—sorry, but no. I’m not leaving. I’m not giving up my marriage for anyone. I won’t let anyone ruin it,” Naomi said angrily. “Marriage? What marriage? The one you’ve already ruined? I loved you. You lied to me. You’re a rich men’s pickpocket—a scammer. You—”

It felt as though I had finally found an ally in this unforgiving world. At home, Emiliano remained as cold and distant as ever. His constant indifference only fueled my desire to spend more time at work and away from our loveless marriage. Each passing day solidified my resolve to regain control of my life and escape the shackles that bound me to this cruel and heartless man. As my bond with Richard grew stronger, I noticed subtle changes in his behavior. There were moments when his gaze seemed to linger on me just a little too long, or his smile held a hint of sadness that I couldn't quite understand. It was as if he were struggling with a secret, a burden he carried deep within.