Toxic Marriage Novels & Stories

“Alright, I’ll just leave.” "You should have left a long time ago," Alicia continued, "I really shouldn’t let Victor marry you. Shane is much better than you!” Damn, God. Why do I have to put up with all this? I could see Victor's indifferent face. And Shane simply put on an innocent mask. Do I really want to continue living in such a toxic family and environment? What about my future child? If my husband doesn't love me, how can he love my child? As I turned to go, I couldn't help but think, What if I did leave Victor? I mean leaving this marriage.

This isn't even a transfer of aggression but something that had to be done. She has done enough and should be stopped at the point, she might be pregnant but I'm never taking responsibility for it or getting married to her. I didn't nut in her for a reason. Never will I get married for the sole purpose of something like this, my first marriage happens to be some sort of contract and it was nothing less than toxic even though I was the toxic one in the marriage. But I can tell how life would be if I coincidentally got married to Eugene. Fuck, I don't even want to think about that, I'd rather die single than get married to her.

"Can we just coexist peacefully from now on? Stop pestering me about love. We're both parents now; we should focus on living harmoniously for the kids." I tried to pull him back from the edge, helping him see reality. The reality was I didn't love him, and I never would. He was just the father of my children to me. He averted his gaze, draining his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Teagan, do you really feel nothing for me?" His voice grew hoarse, tinged with emotion. "Teagan, but we're married! How can that work without love?" I felt tired; my temples began to throb again.

“I promise I won’t kiss you again if that’s pissed you off. Unless you initiate. And I meant it when I said I wanted to start over, Ari. Believe me.” “Un-freaking-believable!” She huffed before she tilted her head, giving him a determined look. “The problem is I don’t believe you anymore. I don’t wanna start over. I moved on. Please, leave me out of your fantasy. I can’t be your wife anymore, and I don’t wanna be your friend either. We started with a toxic relationship, we’ll surely end just like that, or even worse. Don’t make me hate you.” “That was not toxic.” His lips tightened. Clearly, he didn’t like calling their marriage toxic despite her decisions seemed final.

'You owe me your life and the right thing to do is to spend the rest of that life, paying me what you owe me by being my mate and husband! 'That would have been the logical thing to do', I said, looking at her as though she was a stranger but understanding her take on the matter. 'if, I was even slightly attracted to you. What kind of marriage will it be if I cannot mate with you, satisfy your basic needs because I cannot get it up for you? And how would you enjoy such marriage then knowing that the heart of the man you married is with another woman?' I asked, trying to make her see reason. 'It will not be fair on you, my dear Miranda. The marriage will just a torture for you and I owe you t

"No! That's absolute bullshit. I never thought of you as—" "But that's exactly what happened! From the very start, I was just your damn pawn. You only married me to use me. You used our marriage as a convenient little cover-up to hide the fact that you're gay! This marriage was toxic from day one. You only ever touched me because you couldn't stand having your pride crushed by me, not because you actually loved me." Sierra turned her face away. After holding it in for so long, the tears finally broke free.

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

“Yes, I did. But don't go thinking whatever happened last night actually means anything between us. We were both just performing our biological duties.” A sharp pang hit my chest. Why the hell was he being so incredibly cold to me today after being so intense hours ago? “Don’t think I want it to mean anything either,” I fired back, lifting my chin to brush his massive ego. “I already know absolutely not to expect a single drop of romance in this toxic marriage.” His jaw clenched, the petty insult hitting its mark. “Very well then. It’s good you finally understand how this arrangement works.”

Adrian Vale, standing there like a king surveying his kingdom, the weight of the contract—and my life—between us. And then, in a moment that made my heart stop entirely, he whispered again, low and steady, just for me: “Remember, Victoria… this marriage isn’t about love. But I’ll make sure you survive it.” The words were meant to reassure—or threaten. Maybe both. I wanted to scream. To pull away. To deny it. Instead, my lips parted slightly. My knees threatened to buckle. I had just married the man who destroyed my family. And for the first time, I realized… I had no idea what I had really stepped into.

Daniel’s eyes were hollow as he murmured in a daze, “No… that’s not possible…” With just a few calm sentences, Sophie had sentenced his longing, and their entire marriage, to death. He grabbed her hand, his eyes red as if they were bleeding. “Sophie, you’re lying to me, aren’t you? How could you possibly bear to leave me? We were married for five years. When did you even go for that audition? Why would you divorce me? Why… why do I know nothing about this?” Sophie flung his hand away in fury.