Open Marriage Regret Novels & Stories

Mathilda’s POV September 28, 2017 What is the greatest regret you’ve ever faced? If someone asked me, my greatest regret would be marrying Fredric. Yes, this is the saddest marriage in the world. All those stories about cruel husbands and wives trapped in forced marriages arranged by grandmothers only exist in movies. In reality? It happened to me. If I could cancel the wedding that took place a month ago, things wouldn’t be this bad. “What are you doing in my bed? Get out of there!”

“Thank you for saying that.” “Of course,” he said. “We’re a family.” I nodded as I continued to watch Scarlett, making my father laugh with something cute she said. “Yeah…we’re a family.” Next in the series… My husband of two years tells me he wants an open marriage. I'm stunned. I'm hurt. And I'm livid. I don't want to be married to a man who wants to open our bed to other people. But then I get a flat tire in the pouring rain and a sexy-as-hell gentleman helps me out.

Oh, I’d show him dramatic. “I want an open marriage.” I declared and he went deathly silent. “You are having your fun with Margaret. It is only right that I get to go out and explore too. Goddess knows you aren’t interested in me seeing as you haven’t touched me since we got married. I’ll find someone else to meet my needs.” It was a bluff but he didn’t need to know that. His cheeks tinged pink and I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. “I already told you that Margaret is going to move out soon and we can finally be a true mated couple. You have nothing to worry about.”

He tossed it onto the desk beside the meal I had cooked through a crushing migraine. I looked down. Divorce Papers. My breath caught. I could feel the room spin. "Why?" I whispered. The anger drained away, leaving only emptiness. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I only married you because we were fated mates," Rex said flatly. "I never loved you, Rosemarie. I tolerated you because of the bond, but Tracy is back now. I'm done pretending. I'll give you a generous settlement. You'll be financially secure."

Every time I looked at it I remembered: I chose this. *March.* It was spring. The Miller Foundation launched its first 3 houses. For women leaving abusive situations. I cut the ribbon myself. A reporter asked: “Ms. Miller, is it true you’re engaged?” I looked at Ethan in the crowd. “Yes,” I said. “To the best man I know.” Camera Flashes. That night we celebrated with pizza on the floor. “Do you ever regret it?” Ethan asked. “Saying yes so fast?” “No,” I said. “Do you?”

"I am not afraid of your father, Liam." "You should be." I stepped closer and lowered my voice. "He will not care that our marriage was broken. He will not care whose fault it was. All he will see is that you left his son and moved on to his other son, and in his mind that is not freedom. That is chaos. And he hates chaos more than he hates anything."

After a Thanksgiving dinner, my childhood friend, Calvin Sheafe, suggests playing Truth or Dare. When my wife, Tiffany Kramer, loses a round, she reluctantly chooses Truth. "When was the last time you felt nauseated?" Calvin asks with a teasing smile. "Where were you?" "10:00 pm last night. In bed," Tiffany answers without the slightest hesitation. The mood turns awkward, and a few of my friends glance my way. Tiffany and I grew up in the same neighborhood and got married soon after graduation. We'd agreed not to have children, and our marriage had always seemed happy and stable. That is, until we get into a huge fight before Thanksgiving. Tiffany has already made plans for us to

" Open marriage.? What's that.? “It means he can flirt with other girls without me raising an objection." I replied looking up at him like he is foolish. " So.? What happened to an open marriage.? He asked like it was a normal stuff. My heart sank. “But pa he's married to me, that's cheating.! I protested feeling wronged. " Jason is a man and free to make whatever decisions he likes. If you aren't comfortable with the open marriage, you're free to file for divorce.” He replied nonchalantly and swiveled his chair to face the opposite direction, indirectly telling me "this discussion is over."

Instead, she said, “Regret is only useful if it changes the person carrying it.” Then she opened the door. And walked out. Leaving him alone again. But this time, something was different. Because as she stepped into the hallway, her heartbeat refused to settle. And for the first time since their divorce— She wasn’t entirely certain which of them was in greater danger.

“Don’t push my buttons.” “Fuck you and your buttons, Julian,” I spit back, my voice shaking as tears burn behind my eyes. “You want an open marriage? Fine. Have it. But mark my words—you’re going to regret this.” The silence that follows is quickly broken by the sound of Julian scoffing. “You done?” he asks nonchalantly. “If you are, excuse me. I’d like to get back to the woman who actually knows how to… treat a man right.” Without an ounce of hesitation, he turns and climbs back onto the bed.