My Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

I retorted, turning around to leave when his voice sounded. “There is no way you are leaving me.” I stared at him. “So what do you expect? That I stay married to a husband who doesn’t want me? Who never wanted me?” He exchanged a glance with his partner, then said the words that finally stripped away the last illusion. “Let’s have an open marriage. You can be with whomever you want.” The audacity stunned me. He said those damn words again. Oh god, how did I get into this kind of mess?

I said calmly. "We don't have to do what? I don't make love to my wife because she hates when we do. Everyone thinks we are the perfect couple but we both know we are far from that," he yelled with so much rage in his eyes. "Do you prefer we have an open marriage instead since you can't fulfill your duty to me as my wife?" He blurted out and my heart skipped a beat. "An open marriage would ruin our reputation, Karl, that isn't an option," I said calmly.

“We’re friends, aren’t we? We make each other laugh. We’re comfortable together. It doesn’t have to be a real marriage.” I stared at him. “What do you mean?” “An open marriage.” His eyes locked onto mine. “We’ll act like the perfect couple so no one will know it’s fake. We’ll give our families what they want, but privately, we live our own lives. They’ll buy our story” “And if one of us falls in love with someone else?” “We divorce amicably.” He shrugged. “Or stay married and have a modern arrangement. Whatever works.” “You’d do that?” I looked for any sign he was lying. “Tie yourself to me, to this mess?”

he finally said, “if you want more of your emotional needs met, then we can have an open marriage.” This time, I huffed. “An open marriage? Really?” “Yes. We can see other people under certain conditions while still staying married.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “However, a divorce is out of the question.” I could feel the anger building up in me. I breathed slowly in and out through my nostrils, trying to keep myself level-headed in the face of Noah’s absurd “concessions”—if they could even be called that. I could not afford to lose my temper now, but I was damn close to doing so.

And my husband… Graham Sinclair sat across from me in his three-piece suit like we were discussing stock options, not the destruction of our marriage. And then he said it. Again. “It’s an open marriage, Elena. It’s the only solution that makes sense.” I blinked slowly, my spine rigid in the sleek gray chair, arms folded on my lap like I was back in boarding school, being punished for speaking too loud. My lips parted, a soft exhale leaving me, but the words didn’t come. I couldn’t find them. Because what do you even say when the man you’ve been married to for five years calmly, coolly tells you he wants to sleep with other women?

Ryan stood beside me and read them off one by one. "All of this..." "Is that the last one?" "There's one more. It says you wanted a divorce because you..." "Because I what?" "Because you'd fallen for someone else." I paused. Then I started to laugh. I had spent every waking moment of my last life trying to be a good wife to Marcus. I'd learned to cook for him. And still he avoided me at every turn. Whenever he had a free hour, he was either out on business or with Selena. He'd cut off my contact with the outside world and then refused to come near me, letting me rot quietly inside that estate. And now the story was that I'd left him for another man.

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”

His words left the room in silence. But Celeste was the first to respond, keeping her tone smooth while arguing that the marriage would restore balance and serve both families. Clarisse followed quickly with words sharp with urgency. “This is not only about private matters, sir. It is about how the world sees us. The Ravencroft name is already spoken of with envy and suspicion. If you reject this union, whispers will turn into rumors and those rumors will damage us all. Do you want to hand that advantage to your enemies?” Dominico turned his eyes on her, his glare cold. “And you believe attaching my family to scandal will preserve its honor?”

Anna froze, the single word slipping out before she even realized she’d spoken. “What?” Jake stood in front of her, arms crossed, expression flat and emotionless—as if he hadn’t just shattered six years of marriage with one sentence. “You heard me well,” he repeated, voice cool and steady. “I want an open marriage.” A shaky, unsure laugh escaped her lips. “You can’t be serious, Jake.” But he didn’t blink and he didn’t smile. “I’m dead serious.”

“We will close it when you get back in shape. What do you think?” He said it with a smile, which only confused me more. The words didn’t make sense at first. They floated in the air around me like smoke. “What do you mean by ‘open our marriage’? Our marriage wasn’t a secret, Mitch,” I whispered, genuinely confused. “No… no…” He laughed. “Damn, you are so stupid sometimes. It means we will stay married, but we’re free to see other people. We can even bring them over to the house and do introductions.”