Open Marriage Regret Novels & Stories

It was a coldness that drilled into her bones. She pulled her hands away from his warm palms and responded, "Do I still have a home with you? When I married you back then, where were you when I wanted to live with you forever? Where were you when I was in trouble for being pregnant with your child? Jeremy, there’s no medicine for regret in this world. If there was, I would be the first to consume it. I regret marrying you and giving birth to the children of a man like you! "Don't show up in front of me again. I don't want to see you again, ever."

I reply humorously, hoping he’ll laugh it off, but his face remains stern. “Love? Hmm, maybe you’re right.” “And you have no issues with me having fucked the woman you want to marry?” “We all have a past and a future. Open marriage would be best; maybe you can join us if she wants to keep fucking you.” I’ve never thought of an open marriage and can’t understand why men would do it. Another man touching my woman would drive me insane. “I’ll pass; thanks for the invitation.” He chuckles as I stand up. I pull my wallet out and drop a few hundred for the tab and the tip.

"Talking about my image and what the journalists will do to me, it's none of your business. I made a fool of myself two years ago when I said yes to marry you. I am prepared for all their insults. You worry about your girlfriend." Hunter's back stiffened. His dark stare burnt holes in her retreating figure. He blew a deep breath and journeyed after her. Inside City Hall, Claire looked around at other couples. They were all here to register their marriage. She and Hunter were the odd ones out who have arrived to receive their divorce certificate. Since she was well-known, the other women gawked at her with a ridiculed gaze. Some pitied her while some were simply amused. She recalled how happy

If I hadn't known the truth a long time ago, I might have been moved by her display of motherly love. "I'm glad you're safe. As long as you're safe, these years of my coma have been worth it..." "Ryan, I heard from Jessica. You got married, but Grandpa wouldn't let you marry her..." "Oh look at me, saying all this. Ms. Wilson, please don't mind. They were so in love back then. I just feel regretful." I smiled ambiguously. "Please don’t mind? For the sake of your daughter, Mr. Frost and I are getting divorced soon."

he said. I opened the file and started reading. It was a marriage contract agreement. I felt my eyes widening as I read through it. "What's this?" I asked, looking up at Darius. "It's our marriage contract," he said. "I want us to be clear on what's expected of us." Okay, I don’t know where this is suddenly coming from, but the only reason this marriage is happening is because he had to lie; if not, we won’t be stuck in this mess.

Rick made a bitter face, and while I didn't want to rub salt in the wound, I wanted to understand. "Why do you say that?" "You don't know everything." He took a deep breath. "Well, you know my parents were radically against my marriage to Tess. But I married her anyway. Tess wasn't happy, and after we'd been married for a while, she started suggesting new experiences, threesomes. I agreed, I just wanted to see her happy, but one thing led to another and she wanted an open marriage." "Open marriage?" I looked at him, shocked. "Honestly, I don't understand. Having you in bed, what more could she want?" Rick was a gorgeous man, affectionate, kind, hot, and a god in bed. What more could a woman

Ryan stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "This is ridiculous! Why do we need that? We already both agreed. It's already a mutual decision!" I fought to control my rising irritation. It was becoming painfully clear that this was all Ryan's doing, a twisted power play masked as a romantic gesture. "Mr. Lacrosse, please calm down and take a seat," I said, my voice low and measured. "Like I said, an open marriage is a complicated arrangement. I don't mean to scare you, but if you look at the statistics, the success rate is very low. Most open marriages ultimately lead to divorce."

“Why would she ask to see me of all people?” “Because Sophia is an angel from the sky. She still thinks of monsters like you even in pain.” I smiled sadistically, “The way you speak of me, you would think we weren’t married at some point.” He stared at me through the rearview mirror, “Of all my regrets, marrying you was my biggest one.” His words stung more than they should. “You know, even though you’ve hurt me to the point of no repair, I wouldn’t even say what you just said—especially to your face.”

"What's this?" "Wait, you can't read? Wow! I'll have to read it for …" "Shut up. I can read," she replied angrily and went through the document. "Wow!" "Isn't it amazing? This is practically the solution to our problem. We both don't want this marriage, anyway. So, we shouldn't allow it to be a hindrance to our happiness." Rhoda nodded. "Open marriage?" "I know you have a boyfriend. I've heard you call him a couple of times and you know I have a girlfriend, too. So, we can both be with the ones we love without feeling restricted. Freedom. You get what I mean?"

He rambled. The mere fact that he was right, annoyed me more. “Shut up, boy!” I bellowed. “She felt the same way when she saw you with the silk press hair girl yesterday. What is with you two anyway, is this going to be an open marriage or what?” My eyes widened in surprise, and my anger intensified. “What is an open marriage? I would never have that with my wife. I don’t share.” I retorted. “So what’s your relationship with the …”