Toxic Marriage Novels & Stories

“ I always knew that there is no such thing as a perfect marriage. In every relationship there are ups and downs, aren't there? In relationships between siblings, parents and children, neighbours, friends. We don't always think like the others and this generates discussion, gee, it's so normal, because we are human. I entered my marriage very happy, you know, Cassia, but with an open mind that, if anything happens, an altered voice, a derogatory word, an angry slap here or there, I would have to leave the marriage. And I don't mean only on his part, you see, there are also toxic companions in the relationship. There are women just as toxic as men and even worse.” “ Maybe I am that, Kelly, ma

She was used to her friend criticizing and badmouthing Darwin in various ways. Ever since Deasy found out that Darwin had behaved badly on their wedding night with Veronica, she had declared herself determined to keep Darwin away from her friend. Deasy couldn't accept that Veronica had been mistreated, let alone intentionally deceived, by a guy like Darwin. "I've told you too..." Deasy continued when Veronica remained silent. "Cheating is a recurring problem. It will happen again someday. Instead of getting hurt later, it's better to end this toxic marriage now." "And marrying Sean?" Veronica continued, as if she knew what Deasy was going to say next.

Their marriage had nothing except for physical intimacy. She might get pregnant too one day but will their children deserved to see such a messed up married life of their parents? Didn't they deserve to see a healthy relationship of their parents, a safe and sound environment to grow up and a life away from toxicity. What Ace and Aurora shared was an epitome of toxicity. She regretted her wrongdoings in the past and maybe it still wasn't enough to win his forgiveness but again if they kept on living like this, it will destroy both of them further than they already had been.

He ended in a small smile, taking out the papers. “Is his health okay?” “For now, yes,” “Oh, thank God,” He handed me the papers, “There you go,” But then stopped briefly, lowering his gaze, knowing it could lead to destruction. “Um, Are you sure, Eliana?” I was scared, I was unsure but to be in a toxic bond where my husband won’t think twice before hitting me, where he would force me, touch me without my consent. I couldn’t suffer further. “I can’t stay in this marriage anymore, please help me,” I nodded sternly, taking the papers from him.

“That was what I thought too. But I guess he hates the fact that I actually have something going on in my life now and he just doesn’t have the balls to accept it. Instead, he wants to sabotage my happiness.” Guilt washed over me immediately. Now I see why her mind is everywhere and she can’t seem to focus on one thing. It is quite draining when you have to deal with a toxic spouse. I had that with Amber and I still don’t know how I didn’t commit suicide. They do not like it when you are thriving outside of the circle they have put you in. You are expected to stay put until they are willing to break out. It’s troubling. “I have told you many times that you should allow me fuck with that bast

She pretended to feel tired holding her waist. Michael immediately stepped between us, his expression hardening. “That’s enough, Anna. Sophie is not the enemy here. I made the decision to leave you because this marriage is toxic, and it’s high time we both move on.” “Toxic?” I spat the word back at him, disbelief and rage coloring my tone. “This marriage became toxic because you let it, Michael. You lied to me, you cheated on me, and now you’re blaming me for your selfish mistakes?” “You know what? Both of you should get out, and rot in hell!” I said, my voice shaking with barely contained fury. “Both of you, just get out of my sight.”

I queried anxiously, feeling as though my solution rested on her lips and those shoulders of hers. “True love and survival, or neither. The question is what do you see?” She asked, smiled at me and threw her gaze upon Brian, who was earnestly struggling to come off the hold of the hefty men now. “I scowled my face, and felt ill-luck dragging down my jaw, “He is violent. Those hefty men will not always be with us in the bedroom. All I see is destruction and ill-luck. There is no true love and survival in this toxic marriage” I intoned regrettably.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

"I told you the truth in the garden. Every word of it. But I won't pressure you. We're partners in this war. Whatever else we become—that's up to you." I thought about our three years of marriage—the coldness, the manipulations, the slow reveal of truths we'd both been too afraid to share. I thought about the man who'd carried me out of a burning building when I was fifteen. The man who'd pushed me to become something harder, sharper, stronger. The man who'd confessed his love the night before we risked everything. "Ask me again," I said. "What?" "Ask me what we are. What we could become."