Loveless Marriages Novels & Stories

Clasping her cup in both hands, Nora looks at it affectionately. “Glad I could do something right.” “You do lots of things right. That’s why I’m so glad to have you back. Wish it were under better circumstances, but you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” They talked over the weekend so she would know to expect her back at the office, and she spilled her guts to her more fully than Monica did with Claire. Nora knows everything. “You did. I’m sorry I didn’t listen,” Monica admits. “I’m not. It sucks, I know it does, but what’s that saying . . . it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?” “Right now, I disagree vehemently with that and would gladly tear Tennyson a new one fo

I tortured myself daily by scrolling through Beverly's social media, sinking from heartbreak to complete despair. What stared back at me were cozy pictures of her, her secretary Ashton Larsen, and our daughter Celeste Lane visiting amusement parks together every week. They looked like a picture-perfect family of three. Meanwhile, as her husband of seven years, I hadn't even made it onto her social media. I used to think Beverly simply didn't like posting photos of her private life. But apparently, that rule didn't apply to other men. It wasn't that she disliked sharing her relationship. She just didn't want to share ours.

“People change a lot in seventeen years.” Jessica continued, her tone full of concern now. “What if he is struggling in life? What if things did not go well for him? Are you still going to marry him no matter what?” Jessica questioned. Tessy hesitated before answering. “I don’t care about that, It doesn’t matter to me what his life looks like now. He kept his promise. That means he still has me in mind, and that is enough reason for me to go with him.” Tessy looked at her sister. Lowering her eyes briefly before answering softly.

Wasn't it even because of her the mayor had given me the railway contract? Our marriage- or our continued marriage- would also be advantageous to her. Not many men would be inclined to marry a woman who had been married and divorced twice. They would erroneously think the problem was from her. They wouldn't know that one of the men she had married had been a douchebag and the other had married her for convenience—practically, she had married two douchebags. I did not believe in love, of course. Love was for high school kids and those poor souls who still managed to view the world with rose-tinted glasses. Love is limiting: it takes a man and turns him into a weaker version of himself.

She would be lost without him. “I’ve heard about loveless marriages.” Jeric’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Like, not being in love but still sticking together.” The idea of a loveless marriage hit her in the chest, a sharp stab of unease at the thought of it applying to her and Gildeon. She didn’t like that. She wanted something more for them—something like what that couple from before had: love, joy, contentment, and affection. If only...

Charmond who married without demanding anything. Out there, many marriages with a very long age end sadly. Wives who were beaten, cheated on and even killed. They only see women as sex objects that rock the bed hotly. With long sighs, chest squeezes until morning. Married life is tragic, feels empty and hopeless.

"That's not really my thing." Claire's eyes lit up. "You think marriage is the tomb of love, too?!" She'd finally met someone who shared her belief. She'd been resisting her mother's pressure to marry because she had always believed this to be true. Sebastian was the first man who'd ever made her feel less disgusted by the idea. Memories of my five-year marriage to Hera raced through my mind. I couldn't even tell if I felt sad or relieved. I said, "Uh, I think it's more complicated than that. If two people were never really in love, or if they never took time to understand each other's flaws, then marriage just becomes the tomb of whatever love they thought they had.

The bartender asked, getting annoyed with me. " Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you.

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

Anything and everything, we never ran out of topics—celebrities, the fashion industry, music, business, school gossip, until we ended up discussing love. "Maybe that's how it is," I said, looking into the distance, as our conversation shifted to loveless marriages—those unions where people come together for money, convenience, or status but lack love, like mine with Adam. "What do you think?" I asked, looking at her. "Is that how you see it?" I nodded. "Why? So, you don't believe there's someone out there meant for you?" I laughed at her statement. "That's bullshit, Kyra. I thought you learned that by now."