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The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

“You don’t need to know. I will make things quick right now. My husband and I are currently in an open marriage…” “Seraphina” A growl rumbled from Rowan’s throat while Bob searched his eyes around as if looking for a quick escape. I ignored Rowan, taking another step forward until I closed the space between me and Bob. I pushed my lips forward in a pout, reaching for his tie. “Don't look at me like that. The whole open marriage idea was initiated by my husband…” I tugged at his tie. “You see, my husband has a first love and even if the thought is already heartbreaking, he doesn't seem to stop talking about his love for her. He doesn't care about what I feel and he even dared to say it to my

People can marry who they want or choose not to. “Marriage is a partnership too, Nikolai. Partnership is where two people mutually benefit from each other. It was a shotgun marriage that you had and don’t tell me otherwise. I may not meddle in everything you do, but I know what you’ve been up to. Do you think I’d let you settle for a life with a mere woman like her? No. It doesn’t work that way.” “I’ll pretend I never heard this from you.” “You’ll get to jail.”

I asked, pushing the blanket off me. “You heard me, Elara. I have thought about it a lot and I've decided that I now want an open marriage.” He said like he was making an announcement and I stared at him in confusion. “We've been married for just six months, Rowan. I… I've given you everything I've ever had. I've done nothing but love you and be a good wife to you. Why would you suddenly want an open marriage? Does it even make sense? We're mates. What kind of mate wants a fucking open marriage? You know what cheating does to your partner’s wolf.” I asked in despair, and he simply leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Actually, forget your marriage. You won't even be able to keep your life.” Her face radiated confidence. She genuinely thought she had already won. “Oh, but this can't ruin my marriage,” I lied smoothly. I remembered Romano casually telling me once that I was free to entertain myself however I wanted. “Are you trying to play hard to get? How would sleeping with your ex-boyfriend while married not ruin your marriage?” she demanded. “Maybe because my husband and I have an open marriage,” I replied. “What?” “Oh, do you not know what that means? It means when your husband—”

"Because that's a term I have heard before." Ed was shaking his head. "That's two similar, but different things. Swinging is sharing your spouse with another couple, either individually or together. An open marriage isn't a mutual consent thing, normally. An open marriage means that if I find some girl attractive, let's just say Kelly, for argument's sake. Let's say that she's a waitress that I find attractive and I sweet-talk her into coming home with me. As long as Marie is okay with it, and Kelly is obviously okay with it, I can have sex with her."

“If I remember right, the open marriage was his idea. He even bragged about drafting a set of rules, one of them being that neither partner should ever know who the other was sleeping with.” Sharon arches a brow, arms folded. “Well, I guess he’s changed his mind.” I snort, though it feels hollow. “And his wife?” Sharon shrugs. “We don’t move in the same circles. There is no way of getting her side of things.” Well, I’ve heard her breath catch, and felt her skin tremble against mine. If anyone could ask, it’s me. But how the hell would I even start that conversation without giving myself away?

It came as a sudden surprise to me when my wife, Elie, whom I love dearly, came to me and said, "Gabe, I need to tell you something. I'll be going away for the weekend with some of my coworkers over the 23rd, 24th, and 25th. There's this guy, Jack Turley, that I fancy, and we've been flirting a bit. I'll be back on Monday, and we can spend a cozy evening together." The words stunned me like a sledgehammer blow, and I reeled in confusion as my mind struggled to comprehend what I'd heard. With those words, our marriage was severely impacted. "Are you saying that you want an open marriage where we can fuck anyone we choose and come back home to be married again? Is that what you want? I don't w

I begin, unsure if it's too late to do damage control and if she's told Caelum. “Absolutely don't care.” she shrugs, “You know what type of marriage you and your husband have going for you.” “Exactly, marriage. It's untouchable, we're in an open marriage but we love each other very much. So much so that no one can separate us, especially not a little overpaid stripper.”