No Affection In Marriage Novels & Stories

I might even be considered a man-hater, right? I just want to distance myself, especially from the man in front of me. It's because of our situation - I'm married to him, and he, out of all men, is the one closest to me. Not as a friend or anything, don't get me wrong. I don't feel anything for this person; I just really don't want to be around men like him. What I mean is, my whole life, I've kept my distance from men. I dislike them; I hate their arrogance, their pretentiousness, their womanizing tendencies. I dislike everything about them. I don't have any brothers, and it's only now that I've experienced living with a man in the same house, and he's my husband.

he grumbled, and for a moment, Rose actually felt like they were a couple arguing over who to keep their son. “Our not living in the same house anymore will not lessen the love I feel for him Aaron, so don't you dare imply it.” she straightened up straight away, even more defensive than before “You're the one who's up in a storm over something you put a date on yourself, so stop acting like I'm the villain here, just for wanting you to act with conscience, rather than wanting to continue this fake marriage for the sheer convenience of it!” “Is that all we have for you at the moment? A comfortable friendship?” he laughed, bitterly "Nonsense of me to expect anything else, isn't it?"

his voice thundered. I shook my head. I looked at him intently in the eyes and say my whims. “I don’t want to engage in a marriage that has no label, Calix. Yes, we are married but the meaning of marriage is for a couple who has feelings for each other,” I said and then struggle from his tight grip. “I don’t want a marriage without even feelings involve, Calix…” I sadly muttered. “Because I believe that being married, it will be happy and there’s love on it.” I added soundly.

We were only bound by a marriage contract that was easily dissolved with a divorce. For two years, there wasn’t enough time for feelings to blossom in our marriage nor the time we were separated for ten years was too short to have lingering feelings. We were mostly absent in each other’s lives, and I believe that we didn’t really knew each other that much. So how can I answer this question? There wasn’t so much as feelings of affection between the two of us. “Everyone, let’s stop talking about this. It was already a story of ten years ago, alright?”

"Then why did you marry me if you never intended to treat this marriage like a married couple?" Aaron chuckled, cold and full of mockery. "You know the answer. This marriage is all about power, assets, and family interests. There was never any love here, Tifanny. That's no secret." "But I am your wife!" Tifanny insisted, her voice raising slightly, making Aaron stare at her with a piercing gaze that made her hair stand on end. "You're a wife on paper, nothing more." Aaron emphasized, the look in his eyes uncompromising. "From the beginning, I've been honest. You chose to keep expecting more."

She looked at me, her expression suddenly distant. “I don’t know. I’ve never been a big fan of marriage. Honestly, I think it kills love. That’s why I’d rather live love than formalize it. Marriage just piles on responsibility. You work at home, you work outside, and on top of that, you have to raise kids… It’s not for me.” That was the answer I’d been waiting for. Adrian and Sophia clearly shared the same opinion about marriage. I truly believed Adrian had feelings for me, but I was now certain he hadn’t proposed because of love.

" 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. Whenever you want to try and fix your marriage with him, he makes you think there isn't a marriage at all. He makes you think that you are like a book he has in his bookshelf for years. Every time your heart breaks because of your efforts. One day you tell him that you want to leave and he barely heard you. Yo

But I found out he didn't feel the same about me on our wedding day. Okay, to be perfectly honest with you and me. I knew he wasn't head over heels in love with me. But ladies, you know what I thought. I thought he would eventually fall in love with me because I'm sweet and love this man so much. Only if he gave our marriage a chance could we live blissfully ever after. But I had no idea how much he didn't love me and didn't want to marry me. So to envision him falling in love with me, from what I experienced at our wedding and in our marriage, it appeared it would never happen. Despite all that, we are married. So did love ever emerge to the surface? If it did make its appearance, was it du

But I had prepared for it because I prepared for everything and the preparation was simple — Lucian arriving meant Lucian choosing Kae over every strategic advantage his absence would have given him. Which meant the mate bond was further along than I had estimated, which meant the two of them together in this room gave me something considerably more valuable than one of them alone. I looked at Kae. "Your thirty minutes just became ten," I said. He turned from the window and looked at me and the expression on his face was not panic and not relief, it was the expression of a man who had just had a decision made for him that he had been refusing to make himself, and he was not entirely unhappy

Instead, he got into bed but left enough room to fit another person between us. Weren’t we going to snuggle against each other? It was something I’d wished for from a marriage. In the last few years, snuggles had been absent from my life. I wasn’t allowed to have a boyfriend, who might have given them to me, and I was too old to seek that kind of closeness with my father. My mother had never been the type to show her affection on a physical level to begin with. I’d hoped that marriage would open the door to affection that went beyond sex. I wanted to be held and cuddled. Maybe I had been foolish to think Jaxon was someone who would be up for that.