Trapped In A Loveless Marriage Novels & Stories

she covered her mouth in shock, "You will learn to love me, Stuart. Believe me! You will learn to love me. One month is not enough, but give it more time, and you will eventually learn to love me." "So you think one month is not enough? That is why you manipulated the situation to trap me in a loveless marriage, thinking that being married to you would make me love you. Is this your plan? Fvck! I should have known that you're a treacherous bitch!" Patricia did not say anything but cried. I hate to see a woman screaming, but I am too angry to think about it, so I turned my back on her. I brushed my hair with my fingers in so much frustration and sighed. I do not want to be trapped in this mar

she says softly. Her words hit like a jolt. “There’s no love between us,” I snap, brushing away tears. “I just met him… two days ago. Our marriages are just papers.” His words echo in my mind. Not painful alone—it’s the thought that stings: I’m trapped in a loveless marriage, a pawn in a deal I never chose. “If he doesn’t care about this marriage… he could have married that woman and left me free,” I mutter, words catching in my throat.

I unlocked the door, got my large purse and left without a good night, he didn’t deserve it. I’m literally trapping myself in a loveless marriage, in say five ten years time, I’ll be a different person, it wouldn’t hurt to to leave my options open.

“This house is a mess. Your mother is here. Everyone’s on edge. You’re upset. I get that. But you don’t walk out of a marriage because of a little drama.” I dropped the sweater into a suitcase and zipped it halfway. “You call this a little drama? A little drama?” He stopped in front of me. “Yes.” I looked up at him. “It’s a child, Scott” I said. “I feel so trapped here.” His face fell. “That’s not true,” he said quickly. “You’re not trapped.” I shook my head. “I was pushed into it. You know that. This isn’t love, Scott. None of it is. It’s just all a deal.”

And now, I was nothing to him—less than nothing. As I made my way back to my room, the reality of my situation settled in. This was the beginning of my 365 days of torment, trapped in a loveless, empty marriage.

I entered and closed the door behind me. "Growing up, I always imagined my marriage as a perfect match with my Prince charming and living happily ever after full of passion and conquering thoughts. I wanted my partner gentle, kind and affectionate enough for us to have children of our own after years of crazy riot sex and love making. The day I signed that contract I threw that dream to the bin and allowed a mortifying story to happen instead. What is love for you? A simple pretty word? Used to fill women thoughts with dreams and manipulate their minds? Another way of trapping me to a death end and multiplying my pain making my sacrifice useless? Or a means to get attention from a pussy you'

About women who tried to leave, who filed for divorce, who thought they could escape. One ended up in the Thames with her throat slit. Another was sold to a brothel in Eastern Europe. A third simply disappeared, and everyone knows what that means. In this world, marriage is forever. Until death. And if I tried to leave Ethan, death would come very quickly. So I'm trapped. Trapped in this house, in this marriage, in this life that's slowly killing me piece by piece. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them, even though the movement makes my ribs scream in protest.

The words flow like water that has been held back for too long. "My first marriage started with a contract. Every day, I was trapped in the same house with someone who was supposed to love me, but instead hurt me. I couldn't leave because I was bound legally, socially, financially. I had nowhere to go. I had no money. I had no one. Marriage taught me that love is a prison, and I don't want to enter another prison," I say. Leon listens quietly. His hand is still holding mine, warm, but I can feel the tension in his fingers.

I told her about the fear that one day I would no longer be desirable, that he would discard me like all the others when the system or his addictions demanded something new. “I’m head over heels, Mara,” I whispered, tears burning in my eyes. “I love him so much it hurts. But I’m scared. What if marriage is just another contract for him? What if I become another archived name when I can’t give him what he needs anymore? He’s a womanizer. Addicted to women. I don’t know how far I can go with this. I feel trapped.” Mara listened without interrupting, her expression growing more serious with every word. When I finally finished, she reached across the table and squeezed my hand.

Cyra kept pleading with Felix to let her go this time. She didn't want anything she didn't desire to happen to her. Cyra finally realized that she might never be able to escape from Felix's life, especially since they were bound by marriage. "Oh, so you're determined, huh? All right, let's not do it here," Felix said. "Thank you, my husband," Cyra replied and helped Felix button up his shirt, which her husband had previously undone. "You're getting bolder, it seems?" Felix exclaimed.