No Affection In Marriage Novels & Stories

Even though sometimes her mother's behavior was annoying, but still this woman was the person Arini loved the most. “But that doesn't mean mom has given her blessing right away.” Love gave a little distance. “He has to prove to mom first, whether he really loves you or not. Marriage is not just about saying let's get married, being married by a priest, then living together intimately. In fact, there will be found out which one is sincerely affectionate, which one is only in the mouth. I'm waiting for Richard to prove that he really loves you.” Arini just nodded. “Even though I still don't believe that he doesn't have a wife.”

Bernard replied indifferently as before. "But ..." Are you happy together like this? A lifetime? That is so long, Brother. You are not a person who can be easily taken care of. Marriage requires a lot of emotional fundamentals. Don't you want to find someone you like to be romantic and walk into marriage at the most passionate time, then slowly wear down the passion in the world of marriage? If you are willing... Marry a woman you don't like for the sake of a child? " Carson didn't know what he should say to stop the two people he didn't love from entering the marriage. Or perhaps, he didn't even understand why he said that. Bernard suddenly raised his head, his sharp and gloomy eyes stared

"And when they're not?" "Then you don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything." Flat. No cruelty in it, which somehow made it worse. "Don't expect affection, Seraphine. Don't expect trust. I'm not capable of either, and I'd rather you know that now." My throat had gone tight in a way I refused to let show. "Convenient. Tell a woman you're incapable of feeling anything right before you marry her." "I'm not interested in romance."

137 LUCAS’ POV. My face morphed into a more serious one, and I leaned backwards to let him know that I was firm on it. Besides, it couldn’t be called an affair, since John’s greedy act couldn’t be called a marriage either. A marriage was between two willing parties, who wanted to spend forever together, and an affair was what happened when one or both lovers had a legitimate lover. “It’s not an affair.” I said, coolly. At that point, I couldn’t leave Emily for anything. The love between us was something John could never hope to provide. Tearing us apart would be dooming two individuals.

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."

" 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

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.

Aiden’s POV Kailin studied me for a long moment, his gaze steady, almost too steady. “If you knew all this,” he asked finally, “then why did you wait until now?” I let out a slow breath, leaning back in my chair. The answer had always been there. I just never bothered to say it out loud. “Because I didn’t care,” I said. Not enough to fight it. He frowned slightly. So I went on. “For a long time, marriage was just… another arrangement. Another decision made on my behalf that I didn’t bother to question.” I shrugged. “Elena, someone else—it wouldn’t have mattered. I was taking whatever came my way without complaints because it was easier that way.”