Open Marriage Regret Novels & Stories

OPEN MARRIAGE. Nina's POV. "I think we should have an open marriage." Nate, my husband suggested and it felt like my world had just crumbled. Did I hear right or was I hallucinating? "An open marriage?" I repeated, just to be sure because currently, my hands that were holding the concealer to cover up the bruises on my face and neck were trembling. "Yes, You heard right, Nina." He frowned, showing his displeasure at being asked to repeat himself and I bit my lower lips hard.

my chest tightened painfully. Right after graduation, I had gotten married and stayed home. The one person I felt I had let down the most was him. He had believed in me, mentored me step by step, treated me as his most promising student—and I had walked away from everything we both loved. All these years, I had been too ashamed to face him again. “What’s the firm called?” Rita frowned, her tone turning serious. “I might’ve heard of it. If it’s up for sale recently, there could be something going on behind the scenes.”

"I can't keep doing this. I can't keep walking into family dinners with nothing to show. I can't keep watching my father shake his head like I'm a disappointment. I need kids. I need an heir. And if you can't give me that..." He stopped. Took a breath. Looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time in years. "So I'm done waiting," he said. "I want an open marriage." The words didn't make sense at first. They just hung there. "Open... marriage?" I repeated slowly. "Yeah." He nodded like it was the most logical thing in the world. "I sleep with other women. You sleep with whoever you want. No questions. No jealousy. We stay married. We keep the house, the money, the life. But I get to h

“What do I have to do to convince you that the past won’t repeat itself? We have kids now, and everything has changed. I wouldn’t put them through something like that.” She was silent. “I know you have every right to say you don’t trust me or you’re scared of giving me a second chance, but please, don’t let my past mistakes define what we could have now.” “Why do you keep on fighting for me? Even when I am with other men? Why haven’t you given up on me after so many years?” That was an easy question. “I tried to date other people, but I always looked for you in them. I fumbled badly and the divorce was the biggest regret of my life. You’re so special Valerie and I can’t see myself with anyon

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.

She looked absolutely stunned, as if she couldn’t believe what I was saying. Even I knew what I was saying made little to no sense but it was how I wanted things to be. “What…you don’t want to be present in the life of your wife and your child?” How do I explain to her that I didn’t want to pull a “Gonzalo” on them so I needed to stay far away? “Yes.” “Are you suggesting an open marriage?” “If you want to be involved with other people, I would hope you’d be discreet about it so it doesn’t affect your reputation or the child’s life.”

The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!" And it reminded me of something Nathan had said to me just the night before. "You have no idea how scared I was after I woke up. I was scared that I had missed my chance with you, scared you had already married someone else. Thank God John was blind and clueless, or I would've lost you forever." The crowd was still caught up in the emotion when suddenly, someone barged in. "Willow, are you even human? The whole family is falling apart and you're here getting married?"

No one would come looking for me until it was too late. It seemed I was going to die without getting justice for my baby. Without finding my sister. Without ever knowing the full truth about what had happened to my life. I had so many regrets. The biggest was marrying James Whitmore in the first place. I had told myself I would never regret our marriage because of the good years we had shared, the moments when I had believed we were building something that would last. But I regretted it now. Regretted every second I had wasted on a man who could stand there and believe I was capable of orchestrating an assault on a pregnant woman.

The pleasure was turning painful, overwhelming. She was fighting it so hard. My chest tightened. My idiot son had no idea what he was about to lose. “There’s nothing to regret,” she said with a bitter laugh. “This is exactly what he wanted. I’d be a fool to let him have all the fun.” I frowned, confused. Denver read my expression. “My husband wants an open marriage.” An open marriage. I clenched my fists as the words sank in. What kind of soap opera bullshit was this? I might have been absent from most of Dylan’s life, but I had never imagined he could be this reckless and stupid.

She had made her decision, and there was nothing I could do to change it. With a heavy heart, I made my way to my office to pack up my belongings. It was painful knowing that after all the years I had dedicated to the firm, I was leaving with nothing but disappointment. There wasn’t exactly any humor in it, but it was funny because it reminded me of my marriage. That was the same way Vincent wanted to throw everything away after I had dedicated so many years to the marriage. I was also leaving the marriage with nothing but disappointments. He had made up his mind, and there was nothing I could do or say to change it.