After My Husband Asked For Remarriage Novel Novels & Stories

“You went to law school to hook a rich husband! Now you marry into money, sit back and enjoy the good life, and you think you can look down on the rest of us who actually work for it?” I stood up, no longer interested in wasting time on her, and lifted my hand. “Waiter—” “Don’t bother.” She smirked smugly. “I’m a VIP here. You’re not getting rid of me. But Rita…” Her gaze shifted, sharp and malicious. “Wasn’t it bad enough when she ditched you to get married and you got iced out by the rest of the class?” I froze and turned to Rita. I had never heard any of this. When I got married, everyone had smiled and congratulated me. I had never imagined what was being said behind my back.

Haidar will be happy with Sofia in Jakarta while Shanum will remain alone in Solo, far from her husband. “No wonder a wife who allows her husband to remarry will be rewarded with heaven. The pain is beyond measure like this,” muttered Shanum softly which wasn't heard by Keanu who was already asleep in his chair. Although actually Haidar never asked permission to remarry. After all, the plan had been planned from the start. And her marriage to that man was just an unexpected occurrence. ……………. Just before morning they arrived at Gambir station. Keanu was busy with his cellphone too. It looks like he ordered the wrong taxi online but one hand carried Shanum's small suitcase.

It was coloured brown. “Do you love your husband?” he asked. “What?” The question landed like a slap. “Do. You. Love. Him?” He asked again, counting his words like a teacher talking to a kindergarten student “That’s none of your business.” “It’s exactly my business.” He tilted his head. “Because the man you think you know, isn’t the man you married.” My stomach lurched. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” He stepped closer, but not too close for me to see his face. “Ask yourself why he married you. Ask yourself why Barry suddenly agreed to the merger.”

She had fallen for him at first sight. At the urging of his grandfather, Mr. Howard Morgan, they went to the city hall and got married that same day. On their wedding night, he tossed her an agreement. "I have someone I love. I'm only marrying you because my grandfather pushed me into it. Take a look at this agreement, and if you're okay with it, sign it. We won't announce our marriage publicly. After three years, we'll divorce. I can't give you anything except money." He kept his word. For three years, he gave her his credit card to use freely, but never gave her an ounce of affection. Even when they had sex, his face remained cold.

"Mr. Morrison, you promised to stay with me all night..." He pushed her away urgently without explanation and rushed out. He kept calling me during the entire drive home, again and again, but I never once answered. The moment he entered the house, Frederick stepped on broken glass because he was in such a hurry. The sound of glass scraping against the floor was sharp, and only then did he notice what was beneath his feet. It was our wedding photo. The scattered pieces of glass had torn the two people in the photograph beyond recognition, just like our marriage. He slowly crouched down and picked up the wedding photo from the floor, carefully brushing away the glass shards.

When Grandma Mary asked me to marry him, I refused but I knew I wouldn't be able to look her in the eye after everything she'd done for me and still say no the second time she asked. We got married like she wanted, a private wedding. To the world, it was a little perfect wedding but to me, it was the most terrible experience of my life. That wasn't how I'd pictured my wedding ceremony to be. It wasn't a dream of mine. On the night of the wedding, Nathaniel came up to my room with a contract agreement. A knock rasped on my door and when I opened it, it was the sexy devil in a white shirt standing outside my door.

He ask Why would he be proposing at a time like this. When I just recovered my memories. I can't possibly marry my husband's brother ################

Before straightening up and facing the priest as the marriage procession commenced. I’ve always heard about people who remarried, but I have never seen the point of it… or even thought I’d find myself doing so… until Austin proposed in front of the Eiffel Tower, after our third date, following postpartum. I’d been frozen in shock when he asked me to marry him. Not because we were already married. But rather because I realized then… that he’d never really asked me to be his anything before now. Our marriage had been orchestrated by Peter. And we’d simply gone along with it after a while. It wasn’t something we’d actively chosen.

"Your wife's expecting, and here you are, shacking up with your ex. Got a game plan for explaining that to everyone?" Henry's face twisted with discomfort, his hand hovering in the air, reaching for me, but no more pleas left his lips. I gave him an icy look, hefted my suitcase, and did not look back as I walked away. That home, once ours, reeked of another woman. I was done with it all. I was done with Henry too. Something clicked for Henry, and he called out after me. "Don't forget, we're getting remarried on the first of next month. Be at the County Clerk's Office!"

24: The Old Bench . AURORA Emilia and I spent the whole evening discussing ways we could rebrand and fix the company. I could swear I had no idea how late it was until her husband called to check up on her. “I forgot you’re married . You should get going,” I smiled and Emilia nodded, grabbing her jacket. “It felt so amazing spending the day with you. It reminds me of the good old days.” “Thank you for spending time with me and wanting to do this with me. I’m really grateful for your help.”