Open Marriage Regret Novels & Stories

Ruby said softly as she walked up to me. Her tone was no longer as bossy as it had been when she spoke to me. "I can pretend today's events never happened. We can get married again and continue being together." I burst out laughing. In the past, we had fought fiercely because of Wilbur. One time, during our worst argument, we had even gone to the courthouse. But while waiting for our turn, Ruby regretted it and softened her attitude toward me. At that time, I had also been reluctant to end a marriage that had lasted so many years. After thinking it over, I took the hint and let things slide. I pretended like nothing had happened as I took her hand and left the courthouse with her.

“We will close it when you get back in shape. What do you think?” He said it with a smile, which only confused me more. The words didn’t make sense at first. They floated in the air around me like smoke. “What do you mean by ‘open our marriage’? Our marriage wasn’t a secret, Mitch,” I whispered, genuinely confused. “No… no…” He laughed. “Damn, you are so stupid sometimes. It means we will stay married, but we’re free to see other people. We can even bring them over to the house and do introductions.”

Where my thoughts were clear, where nothing touched me unless I allowed it and now, now it felt different because of him and because of what we had just done. I swallowed hard and forced myself to look away, reaching for the edge of the table as if it could steady me. “We shouldn’t have…” I started, but the words died halfway through. Roman didn’t move. “You don’t sound like you regret it,” he said quietly. My chest tightened. “That doesn’t mean it was right.” A soft exhale left him, almost a laugh, but not quite. “Right stopped mattering the moment my dear brother asked for an open marriage.”

As if sensing her thoughts, Noah hesitated, then blurted, “Ami, are you still upset about what my parents said before? They… they really regret speaking to you like that.” Amelia’s brow creased. “It’s not that.” Truth was, there were plenty of reasons their marriage ended. Sure, his overbearing parents was a big one—but in a twisted way, she was glad they pushed her. Gave her an easy excuse to walk. If Noah had any real power in his own household, he might’ve actually been a great husband. Amelia saw he was about to press further and cut him off, her voice a shade colder, “Let’s not talk about that tonight, okay?”

"We're married." "Yeah, I know. We are married, just married----in an open marriage," I replied in clarification. I could remember it clearly, we've talked about being in an open marriage. Wherein we could just not treat each other as husband and wife in a proper display even if we're in one house and in public. That's what we must do. That's why I needed to deal with this feelings toward this guy. I didn't want him to dig what's hidden in my chest. It's fine to make Wren view the figure of me, being unintirested in him anymore because that's how I see him right now.

"What partner?" Shame burned a rash across Cora's face for a second. However, she pulled a complacent expression. Ignoring him, she faced the person she hated the most. "It seems I need to remind you of one thing, Zara. You and Scott are no longer married. Your marriage wasn't supposed to happen in the first place. Since that mistake was rectified some years back, how about you move on with your life? Oh, I forgot!

Thinking of how angry Snow Cecy was just now, he said in a low voice, "I know the two women just now. Their company in imperial capital is only a three tier company, but they think they can make it into the upper class circle. You don't have to take such a upstart seriously." "I didn't take it seriously." Snow Cecy smiled indifferently, "I just don't like what they say as women." "It doesn't matter. If these women think so, it means that they are not happy in their marriage. They are probably enduring all the time!" In Thomas Reagan's opinion, marriage needed mutual respect. If a person lived in this way, he or she would be a slave. "Well, let's not talk about these unhappy things. Let's sit

I had affairs. My eyes shut, and my hand tightened my grip around the glass. “I regret it…” I muttered under my breath.But regret doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t undo the damage. It doesn’t bring her back. And now, It’s too late. Or maybe...Maybe it had to happen this way. Maybe I had to lose her to understand just how much she meant to me. Because if she hadn’t walked away would I have realized it? Would I have stopped? Or would I have kept going, thinking she would never leave?

"I don't know what I want. Except for this to stop. For one day of peace where I'm not wondering what private thing will be exposed next." Daniel pulled her close. "I'm sorry. For all of it. For bringing you into this world where privacy doesn't exist." "It's not your fault." "Isn't it? You married me. This is the consequence." They sat in heavy silence. Finally Mira said, "I don't regret marrying you. But I regret what marriage to you has cost." "That's fair." "Is it enough? For us to keep going?" "I don't know. Is it?" Neither had an answer.

"I won't trade our peace for their stock prices, Roman. Not again." "Nobody else," he promised. He reached across the space between us, his large hand covering mine. His skin was warm, his grip grounding. It was a silent vow, more binding than any contract we had ever signed. We had spent so much of our lives being characters in a script written by our fathers and our firms. This was the first time we were the authors. "Roman," I said softly. "Yes." "The first wedding was right for the people we were then," I said, looking out at the city skyline.