Trapped In A Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

That certain someone's absence pained me . Do this marriage means nothing to him . Every couples in the entire universe fight then compromise and live together . Alas ! We don't even share a common bed room . No we don't even talk . His lips don't bowed in a smile seeing my face . I wonder why I agreed to marry him . Clearly it was a loveless marriage . Do I have a family ? . Where are my relatives . And why the fuck the mansion don't have any internet . It was hell boring here . I felt trapped and caged . Lone tears escaped my eyes . I don't want to live like this. I don't know when I cried off to sleep .

"You're right, darling. I didn't have to come. But I had to make sure of one thing: that your heart... still belongs to me, just like before." It turned out that getting out of the marriage was much easier than getting out of his ex-wife's love. Arka was about to push away the woman's hand, which was now exploring his sensitive areas, but the old desire returned. Arka couldn't even catch his breath properly. As if the hand-play had successfully locked him in, Kania, who was already playing the game down below, was of course smiling sweetly while looking at her ex-husband. "How does it feel, darling? Isn't it good?"

She was trapped. "I changed your SIM card," he smoothly announced. "What? Why?" She protested. "A spam number kept bombarding your phone with calls and messages. It irritated me to no ends. Why? Does that mean anything to you?" "No," she lied. Now she could not reach her secret contact and he could not reach her. She was well and truly trapped.

guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe

she said softly, “but this isn’t just about me anymore.” Elena exhaled sharply. “I hate this. I hate that he’s forcing your hand.” Isla did too. But hate didn’t change the reality of her situation. --- That night, she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, exhaustion gripping her bones. The air in her tiny apartment felt suffocating, the walls closing in on her with the weight of everything she was about to lose. Was this really her fate? To be trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who only saw her as a liability to manage?

“The hardest part will be your story. The affair. The rushed marriage. It will be picked apart. They’ll try to paint you as exactly what she said you were—unstable, opportunistic.” I felt Liam tense beside me. I placed my hand over his on the table. “I know,” I said. “But the truth is, I fell in love with a man who was trapped in a gilded cage. Our timing was terrible. Our choices were desperate. But they were our choices. We’re not asking to be saints. We’re asking for people to see the architecture of the trap.”

"Poor Sarah. She has no idea what's coming." My phone slipped from my fingers, making a noise as it fell to the supply closet floor. Five years. Five years of marriage, of believing that Marcus's quiet affection was more than enough. And it was the only way that he showed love. That he wasn't one for romantic moments like this. I'd been such a fool. The girl who'd run from an altar to avoid a loveless marriage had somehow managed to trap herself in one anyway. The only difference was that this time, I entered it willingly, like the fool I was, thinking it was love.

he says as he starts to walk away. “Bye babies” I call out “I love you”, “Bye Mummy” they shout back. I wave to the children and close the door. As if he suggested I get back with him, so I don’t have to miss my babies. What sort of life would that even be? Living in a loveless marriage without trust. He is completely deluded. *

But the truth was, she was miserable, trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who didn't care about her. As the tears began to fall, Adelaide knew that she had to make a change. She couldn't keep living like this, trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. She had to find a way to break free, to escape the prison that Lucas had created for her. But as she looked at her reflection, Adelaide wondered if she had the strength to do it. She wondered if she had the courage to walk away, to leave behind the life she had built with Lucas.

Not with Max. I looked around at all the fancy furniture and the expensive art on the walls. None of it meant anything. It was all just stuff. Stuff that was supposed to make up for the fact that there was no love in this marriage. "I can't do this anymore," I said out loud. My voice sounded all rough and weird from crying so much. "I can't keep pretending everything's okay when it's not." But what could I do? I was trapped in this marriage. Trapped by Max's grandfather, my father and the business both my pains worked hard to build. Trapped by my own stupid hope that maybe, someday, things would get better.