Novel & Cerita My Husband Wants An Open Marriage

"Then he told me he wants an open marriage. Said our sex life is boring. That I don't excite him anymore. That he needs variety." "An open marriage?" Dominic repeated, his voice laced with disbelief and fury. I nodded, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks. "He said it's better than divorce. That we'd both lose too much money if we split up. So he wants to keep fucking other women while staying married to me." "What the fuck," Damian muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. "I'm going to kill him." "He's a fucking bastard," Dominic spat, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. "How could he do this to you?"

"We're married." "Yeah, I know. We are married, just married----in an open marriage," I replied in clarification. I could remember it clearly, we've talked about being in an open marriage. Wherein we could just not treat each other as husband and wife in a proper display even if we're in one house and in public. That's what we must do. That's why I needed to deal with this feelings toward this guy. I didn't want him to dig what's hidden in my chest. It's fine to make Wren view the figure of me, being unintirested in him anymore because that's how I see him right now.

He smelled like an exotic wine. "I am married..." I said incase he didn't knew. "I am married too.. it doesn't matter. It is just sex, you and me realising our steam off and getting what we want.. just like a business deal, both of us getting what we want.." he said while explaining our situation like it is no big deal. "Your wife and kids, do they know.." I asked, curious to know, what is the situation here. "My wife and I are both in an open relationship, I don't ask about her personal life and she don't ask about mine. We are happy that way, only catch is that we can't marry outside or break our relationship.. we good at playing home.." he said like it was nothing.

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.

"No... We never had sex after we got married, so I didn’t see the point in it." "Shit!" He scratched his head, nervous. "Not again." "What do we do?" "I don’t know, Jimena, but I can’t handle another kid. If you get pregnant, I’ll throw myself off a bridge!" he said, his eyes full of horror and a huge knot in his chest.

I asked, pushing the blanket off me. “You heard me, Elara. I have thought about it a lot and I've decided that I now want an open marriage.” He said like he was making an announcement and I stared at him in confusion. “We've been married for just six months, Rowan. I… I've given you everything I've ever had. I've done nothing but love you and be a good wife to you. Why would you suddenly want an open marriage? Does it even make sense? We're mates. What kind of mate wants a fucking open marriage? You know what cheating does to your partner’s wolf.” I asked in despair, and he simply leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"After we're married, we live completely separate lives. We only appear together when absolutely necessary. You do your thing, I do mine. After a respectable amount of time, we get divorced and split everything down the middle. Win-win." "And if I wanted to have... other relationships during our marriage?" "I'd prefer it, actually. Less pressure on me to perform the devoted husband act." He grinned. "Open marriage, no questions asked." The arrangement was more tempting than I cared to admit. It would give me access to his family's fortune while keeping me free to pursue Niccolò. But I wasn't about to let Aiden know how appealing his offer sounded. "I'll think about it," I said coolly.

"We're an old married couple now. You're a mother. Don't be so clingy. Go to sleep." "If you can't sleep, take some melatonin. You can't just keep bothering me." Back then, I truly thought I was being dramatic, that I wasn't being considerate enough of his stress. But the truth was, all of Kevin's tenderness and devotion had long been reserved for another, younger woman. "My husband travels for work a lot, too," I heard myself reply calmly. "When you need him, you just have to get through it on your own. You get used to it."

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.”

I said crossing my arms. The lady wakes up to me and gave me a big hug and whispers in my ear. "Don't worry, I like to share" What the fuck- She finally let's go of me and steps back standing by her husband. "I didn't know...I'm sorry" I say. They both laugh at what just came out of my mouth. "Don't be sorry sweetie, we've got an open relationship" she laughs. An open relationship when they're married? Why be married then?