Trapped In A Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

I wanted to scream, to run after him, to tell him the truth, that I didn’t love Mila anymore, that I couldn’t marry her, that I couldn’t live a lie again. But I couldn’t. Not with Marisol’s threat hanging over my family like a noose. For the first time, I felt truly trapped. And I had no idea how to get out.

But I knew I was just going through the motions, pretending to be a happy husband, when in reality, my heart was elsewhere. As the night wore on, I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness and despair that had settled inside me. I knew I was trapped in a loveless marriage, forced to pretend to be someone I'm not. And I knew that I would have to keep up this charade for as long as I could, no matter how much it killed me.

the man said. "I'm married, and I have a son, I love my wife, so I think you shouldn't do anything that will harm you later, Mr. Lionel, I hate being trapped, and being considered like a man who's willing to be offered a beautiful woman!" Lucas said, his voice starting to rise, his face already looking dark.

He turned his back to take a miserable life of his. Alas, all good things must come to an end and they will. His marriage is unknown, but not today they will fear him to have a beautiful woman beside him who is dependent on his life and so he is. They enter the grand gate when the beep of an electronic lock sounds through his ears. He spins his face in the entryway of the room. The knot in his gut takes on a new meaning when Odious enters the opulent space between them. He's got muscles on his forearm as he scoffs when he pushes past him taking his wife in his arms.

After so many years of searching and searching, she seemed to have finally found the right one for her son. For a year she was looking for the right wife for her son who had clocked 26 and became a nightmare to girls. The pain of his girlfriend breaking his heart and marrying his friend turned him into a monster who never saw ladies the same way again. All girls are cheaters in his eyes, and the most he could do was have sex with them and dump them like refuse. He strongly detested them, and the last thing he had in mind was falling in love, not to mention marriage.

, Keerthi whispered,her voice bearly audible. Keerthi thought she gave a valid answer. She didn't want to marry him. But Vikram didn't exactly abuse her,yet. She wasn't happy getting married. She wasn't exactly happy being married. She was just unhappy she had to leave her mother so suddenly. Vikram was only a negligible part contributing to her mood. She wasn't exactly happy with her marriage. She was just waiting. For the first slap. She didn't know how to express it. "I asked you a Yes or No question",Vikram snapped.

I'm reborn just as Jasmine Maynard asks for a divorce for the 108th time. Her weary voice rings in my ears. "There's nothing between us anymore, Noah Hardin. Dragging this on will just exhaust the both of us." In my past life, I had stubbornly refused to let her go and divorce her because I still wanted to be her husband. But then she got pregnant with someone else's baby, and I made a huge fuss about it, which caused her to lock me up in a psychiatric hospital. She only came to see me once right before I died. She said, "If I knew how obsessive you'd turn out to be, I would never have married you in the first place." So, in this lifetime, I realize that my obsession with her doesn't ma

I squeezed my eyes shut, my whole body rigid, every nerve screaming as I tried to disappear inside myself. This isn’t love, I thought fiercely. This will never be love. I felt trapped, not just beneath his weight, but inside a marriage that looked perfect to the world and felt like a cage from the inside. Cameras loved us. Headlines adored us. But here, in the dark, there was no illusion left to hide behind. My hands curled into fists against the sheets. I didn’t stop resisting, not loudly, not dramatically, but in every small way I could. Turning my head. Tensing my body. Holding onto the one thing he couldn’t take from me: the truth in my heart.

I suddenly got conscious of my outfit. During that fifteen years, we tried to learn to love each other but we always failed. Maybe we’re just not for each other so our marriage didn’t work as much as we want to make it work. We have our rules. I let my husband do what he wants, same with me, he always lets me do what I want, and that is because we are trapped in a loveless marriage. We don’t care about each other. He can have another woman if he wants, it's okay with me. He just won't bring his woman home. Even if we don't love each other, it's also horrendous when he brings his woman here to our home.

Since five years ago when she signed the marriage contract to save her family. She thought with time, with the love she gave to Junior, with being a good wife—maybe Daniel would change. Maybe he would see Alina as something more than an obligation. But she was wrong. Daniel would never change. And Alina? She was trapped. For the next five years. Or maybe longer. Trapped with a man she loved but who would never love her back. Trapped in a marriage that was a prison with bars made of legal documents and financial threats. Trapped with the fact that the only person she cared about in this world—Junior—could be taken from her at any time if she didn't obey.