No Affection In Marriage Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath, opening my mouth to speak, but Davy beat me to it. “No,” he shook his head firmly, his gaze on me, letting me see and hear his opinion. “Anna is her own person, so she can do whatever she likes. It is a marriage, a partnership, not ownership. And honestly, who cares? I am hopelessly in love with my wife; shouldn’t it be a good thing? I admit I overlook a lot of things, but this is our marriage, and we will do as we please as long as it works for us.”

Her mind couldn't help but contrast the warmth and excitement she felt with the cold, loveless five years of marriage with Jeffrey. Their marriage a matter of fact had been a practical arrangement unknowingly to Jeffery, a contract to repay the debt her late mother's passing had left her with. But the truth was, Jeffrey had never truly been hers. He still pined for his high school sweetheart, Cassandra Adams, and Ava was just a placeholder, a mere obligation. The five years of marriage had been a desolate landscape, devoid of love, touch, or intimacy. Jeffrey treated Ava like furniture, a mere decoration in his life. He never touched her, never looked at her with love or desire.

"Graham," Emily said through sobs, "if I divorced Dean, would you marry me?" Graham looked at her for a long second. "If that's what you want, I'd marry you anytime." His words exploded in my mind like a thunderclap. Years ago, when I first found out I was pregnant, I had hopefully asked him, "Should we get married? It'll make things easier for the baby, especially with paperwork." He had frowned and told me, "Nora, marriage feels like a burden to me. The baby can have your name or mine, it doesn't matter. I don't need a marriage license to give you both a good life."

The man's words and actions made me feel utterly cherished and adored. I was caught up in feelings of happiness and passion. I didn't see how my husband had woven small acts of unfaithfulness into our marriage. If you weren't paying close attention, as I wasn't, it might have gone unnoticed. I was too focused on the bonding, closeness, and trust I thought we were building, enjoying those warm moments together. I connected with Rome in ways I didn't expect.

The affirmations evolved, grew more complex, more daring. The feeling that I have when he looks at me is one of admiration, but it's something more than that. It is a desire to be seen, and a desire to see him. My marriage is a play. A play in which I've forgotten my lines. The life he offers is not just power. It is knowledge. He sees the ambition in me that I was always instructed to keep hidden. He does not only accept it, but he loves it. When I think of a life without this. tension, without this pull, it is empty. Grey.

I raise a brow, “Oh really? I believe the marriage certificate I have tucked away in my bedroom would beg to differ.” Ava huffs, rolling her eyes as she places a hand on my desk, “Cut the crap, Nikolai; we both know this marriage isn't real.” I lean back against my chair, crossing my arms and tilting my head slightly, “Oh? Is that so? Then tell me, Solnyshko, What exactly about our marriage isn’t real?” “I don’t know Nikolai; for starters, we aren’t in love with each other. I despise you and you want to kill my father. Plus I'm pretty sure you hate me just as much as I hate you. ”

Why she doesn't feel anything, where is the love, the dates and all that she's been dreaming for. Why Aaron doesn't even look at her properly, why he avoids her the day he claims her as his mate, why he doesn't love her or even smile at her. Why she's so close but so far away from him. Why he's so distant even after their two years of marriage. Yes, they married. Aaron asked her to marry him because he already marked her and doesn't have any choice, right he said that. He said he was not in his right mind, the bond was controlling him, he doesn't even want a fucking mate to burden him, right burden!!.

The night before the wedding, the groomsmen and bridesmaids were too excited to sleep, so someone suggested writing down what they wanted to say to me on a slip of paper anonymously. I closed my eyes in anticipation, thinking I would receive all kinds of blessings. But when I opened the first note, I froze. [You witch. If you hadn't forced my brother, Nora would be my sister-in-law by now!] Nora Harris… She was my best friend. She had called me three hours earlier with red eyes, apologizing, saying that she had to go on a business trip all of a sudden and could not attend my wedding. With trembling hands, I kept reading… [The wedding ring he bought you was the one Nora rejected. Sh

So much so that it felt like a dream, one that could give me so much pleasure that it made me feel different. "Aren't you afraid that we treat each other so well? Normally, when one marries without love, there are disappointments, anger or annoyance when one sees the person who will be one's partner" I murmur. "Well, although it is too premature to say that I love you, I must say that I am too interested in you to agree to our getting married. Because it's not just your immunity to my control by cleaning, but, there is something about you that makes me focus on everything you do and want to see you.

“You want a home? You want to get married?” “Oh God, no. I just wish their homes are blessed.” “Oh—” “So, you don’t want a home?” “I don’t think I want to get married,” I answered. “You don’t think?” “Well, I don’t want to. I have no interest in getting married. Finding love is hard as it is. Marriage? Now that’s work. Besides, no one around me has ever had one. So it’s like a curse, I guess?” For me, marriage is work I don’t think I can handle. It’s not like growing a plant, even that is hard work. What if I fail? What if I make huge mistakes that affect my children? What if I don’t give my children…a father?