Marriagetoxin Novels & Stories

He is disinterested in anything I have to say and uninterested in anything that pleases me; he just wants to talk about himself and his Audi Motors. I can’t endure a relationship like this. He would make me a slave to his dry talks and jokes, and I would have no other option but to make endurance my friend. This is going to be another hellish marriage, and anything that contains toxicity in any form, be it in actions or words, I do not want any longer. The hell I saw in my marriage with Tyler is enough. I will not give a chance to another hell. So, out of the blue, I say to Elbert,

"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.

Thompson simply stared at them before replying, "Well, Andrew Thompson and Mira Walton are getting married." "I have told you so many times that I'm not getting married to Mira Walton. You probably don't believe the fact that I'm married, do you?" Andrew said, dropping the marriage certificate on the table for her to read. Instead, Mrs. Thompson picked it up and tore it into pieces. "This marriage is null and void," she said. "Why?" Astrid asked, making Mrs. Thompson furious. "Why is it null and void? What's the difference between Mira and me?" Astrid asked.

Andrew's voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked at the happy expression on future Dawn's face. This was an expression I had never put on before. She nodded. But I had objections. I was firmly against marrying, but I could make an exception if it was Andrew. However, I couldn't come to terms with having children and giving up on my career! "Wait, why did you say yes? It's just a baby! Are you really going to stay at home for ten months?" I stood in front of my future self and questioned her in a loud voice. However, no one could hear me.

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

she replied. “Well, it would be but it would also be adding to my conclusion.” “Which is?” “That you are in a toxic marriage.” Sasha snorted, “Michael and I love each other, Sharon, we have been doing so since we were teenagers. How can marriage with my childhood sweetheart be a toxic marriage? Michael has never hit me before, in fact, I was the one that slapped him some time ago and he didn’t retaliate.” “Sasha, I think you are missing the conception of a toxic marriage, toxic marriage doesn’t necessary means your husband has to hit you. Any marriage that you are in and not happy and kind of emotionally damaged is a toxic marriage.”

he said then finally left. Lorenzo chuckled, "Damn Dr. Smith. Does he really think not locking the door could stop us?" he tilted his head on me. I smirked, and without a word, I pulled him to continue our one of a heck hot kissing session. Our setup was sick. I know. We kiss and we fuck, but we still cheat on each other. If one soul would learn about it, I'm pretty certain he or she would ask why can't we just marry and be loyal to each other. But that was also the big question I kept on asking to myself. So, how can I answer that if ever?

She was not even sure if she would be told the result. Either way, she placed her ears on the door, and what the doctor told Marcus scared her to the bone marrow. “Am I losing this marriage contract?” she wondered.

“We obviously keep a very separate lifestyle. You will pardon me while I relearn the ropes.” He frowned darkly and stared at her in confusion. “What are you talking about? There will be no separation of our lifestyles.” She shrugged indifferently. “The evidence is here. It doesn’t take an idiot to figure it out. You have put me in my own room. My clothes are separate. Our things are separate. Our beds are separate. It’s a wonder I ever got pregnant,” she added wryly. She swallowed and then pressed on with the question burning uppermost in her mind. “Why are you marrying me, Alex? Was my

My phone buzzes, and I break my gaze from where Tay is. “Yes?” “Whoa! I take it as someone pissed you off?” Future asks. “Some chick called Melta,” I informed Future. “Then what I'm going to tell you will piss you even more.” “What?” I ask. “They used to hook up, but I'm not sure.” “Future you are not helping my situation here.” “You asked, but don't worry I heard she got married a few days ago to some business, old tycoon.” “The way her hand is clawed at Tay, it's like she is not even married at all,” I tell Future.