Troubled Marriage Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“You’ve been having discreet affairs with Raymond, haven’t you? I saw you two together.” My heart sank at the accusation. “Lorenzo, that’s not true! Raymond is just a friend—” “Just a friend?” he interrupted, his voice rising. “You expect me to believe that? You think I don’t see how you look at him?” “I don’t look at him that way!” I protested, desperation creeping into my voice. “You’re the one who’s been unfaithful!” “It doesn’t matter anymore,” he snapped. “You’ve ruined this marriage beyond repair. Just sign the papers.”

His lips brushed my forehead, “I would never judge you for choosing what makes you happy.” That did it. Broke the little dam of control that I had. Because I let go, tears rolling down my cheeks as if I was having a panic attack. And Harl? He was gentle, listened to everything I had to say, his thumb slowly rubbing my back as I turned him about the ruin that I called a marriage. “I think… I think the night he asked for an open marriage, the moment he finally told me he couldn’t be faithful but wouldn’t be held accountable, that was what broke me,” I whispered. “I stayed… I fought and then Lennie, she…”

“ Please read this meticulously and tell me if you have any problems with it. I nodded and mouthed a ‘thank you’ as I read through it. My face twisting to a frown as I read through it by the time I looked up, Charles was already gone and it was now Kade in the room— perfect! I could rant. “ What do you mean by I have zero right to cheat but you have rights to have multiple partners?” “ Because I don't want my wife touching other men,” “ But you think I want my husband touching other women?” “ Well you weren't going to let me touch you were you?” He asked and heat climbed up my face. I knew what he meant by touch and I wasn't ready for it. Not with him.

Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform: The Bad Boy's Problem (Teen Romance) The Debt Collector (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Bad Boy's problem) The Unwanted Bride (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Debt Collector) My Boss is Clueless (Romantic comedy) Trapped by the Badboy Billionaire (Romantic Comedy and book two of My Boss is Clueless) The CEO's Serious Pursuit (Romantic Comedy and book 3 of My Boss is Clueless) A Chaotic Flower (Romantic Mystery)

His voice was low, almost dangerous in its restraint. I stared at his broad shoulders, at the way his muscles flexed beneath the fabric. The answer should have been simple. Yes. Of course, I regretted it. Who wouldn’t regret being forced into yet another marriage especially one built on deception? But when I opened my mouth, the words wouldn’t come. Because somewhere deep inside me, beneath the anger and betrayal, there was something else. Something I didn’t want to name. Something that terrified me even more than Claudia ever could.

Talia woke with sore thighs and the scent of another man still between her legs. Her husband was gone, already dressed and halfway through his morning routine. She could hear his muffled voice from the bathroom, speaking into a Bluetooth headset, likely confirming another deal, another investor, another distraction from the hollow marriage they pretended still held meaning. The sun streamed through the curtains, catching the sheen of sweat still on her skin. She pressed her legs together and bit her lip. It wasn’t guilt that curled inside her. It was hunger. Residual. Insatiable. Still burning.

Then he leaned back again. “There are… rumors.” Of course there were. Catherine’s voice stayed calm. “About?” “That the marriage is… unconventional.” I spoke before she could answer. “It’s none of your business. And besides—are they rumors, or are you insinuating something?” Victor ignored me. Catherine’s fingers didn’t move. But I felt the shift in the air beside me. Martin added, “And if the marriage were to collapse, it would create… complications.” My father said nothing.

he counters, as if that justifies it all. I nod, finally, the motion feeling like the shattering of my own fantasy. My sister is right. My mother is right. In their eyes, and maybe in reality, we did just get married for the sex. To legitimize a desire that felt too big and too wrong to contain. But this—the manipulation, the secret war he was waging on my phone, the catastrophic timing—this isn’t how marriage is meant to be. This is a horrible, twisted version of it. I wrap my arms around myself, feeling very small and very, very young. "You should go, Paul. I’ll send my attorney to deliver the divorce papers. It’s best if we sign them now, while we’re still in Vegas."

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

In short, that person gets lucky. "What are you wearing?" The beta says, the corner of my eyes noticing his stare at me. Now, I know I will be lucky if the Beta choses me for the marriage trials and somehow it gets successful. But…I want to marry someone with whom I can fall in love with. I don't really believe in marriages that have no emotional connection between each other. "Not decided. That's why I'm going to the mall." "Oh, then I should come with you. I can help you find a dress."