After My Husband Asked For Remarriage Novel Novels & Stories

Her spouse second after putting butter on his toast. I blinked and eventually looked down on my omelette. They're starting it again. After i overheard their conversation in the library and how they were planning to separate us, i could never look at them the same way again. It's as if with their every action, there's always something fishy to it. "This is my decision. How could you say that it's a rush? I'm not getting any younger right? And besides, it's her that i want to remarry. I'm serious about all of this." Lorcan held my hand that was fidgeting on my thigh.

What more do you want? "If you keep causing a scene, I’m going to retract my offer to remarry you. You’re going to regret it." I could tell he had run out of patience, judging by his expression. Regret? I had already done my part of regretting. I regretted not leaving him sooner. It was only after I left him that I realized that there was more to this world than Emil. "Emil, let me be perfectly clear: I have no intention of remarrying you. In fact, I am already married, so I would appreciate it if you stopped pestering me." I shrugged off his hand and turned to leave.

I answered, “Okay.” I looked at the mess on the floor, swallowed down my hurt, and cleaned up the broken glass. Then I gave the wound on my arm a quick bandage and went out. When Hannah saw me, her face lit up. “Emily, ever since you got married, we barely ever see you out anymore.” That landed harder than I expected. She was right. After getting married, my entire life had revolved around Nathan. Who would have thought it would end like this? “Nathan!”

“Say that again, and I'll call the police!" But Finn continued getting closer, making her back up. "I first saw you across a negotiation table, and I was drawn to your intellect. I liked you, but you were already married, so I stayed away. But your tweet today? It's evident that your marriage is over. And what about me? I know how to help you out of this mess.” Remi’s voice got cold. "I…” "Bernice Green is already with your husband. And your husband doesn’t care about you. wouldn’t it be great to show him you've moved on to someone better?”

His piercing gaze turned razor-sharp, pressing against Ethel's throat like a blade and silencing her. The intensity radiating from him was terrifying. The old woman physically recoiled from his fury. "...She's my wife." With that, Harvey continued upstairs. Beau quickly turned his wheelchair, retreating to his room before Harvey could spot him. Ethel remained frozen at the foot of the stairs. When the meaning of Harvey's words finally sank in, she staggered, bracing one hand against the wall. Her other hand clutched at her aching chest. "Dear heavens!" Her eyes darted wildly as she mumbled, "Does Harvey actually want to remarry Elara?"

But he forgot one thing, something he forgot to mention. A few days passed, and I started to feel uneasy. Knowing his personality, once he managed to appease me, he should have swiftly brought up the topic of remarriage. But several days went by without any movement. I couldn't help but feel suspicious. Did this guy think that the current situation, living together under the shadow of divorce, was exciting? Or perhaps, because of my recent difficulties, he had changed his mind. I found myself unable to speak up. I could easily talk about divorce, but suggesting remarriage felt like losing face. This matter gradually became a weight on my chest, making me incredibly uncomfortable.

She needed someone by her side and it's crazy how her husband was not even showing up. "He called and told me that he would be back in..." "You are not happy in your twenty-year marriage with Mr. Brown, are you?" He looked into her eyes and asked with a straight face. "Asher..." "Is he maltreating you?" He cuts her off, and she bit her bottom lip. After she separated from Asher's Dad years ago, she remarried this man. It was supposed to be love at first, but things went bad after she had Jenny, and for years, she had been dying in silence.

I didn't know if he actually kissed me like a real husband would, casually engaging in such intimate actions. No, we are already real husband and wife. From the moment I signed the papers in the city hall, I had become Mrs. Capel. But still, I thought that maintaining a little distance between "strangers" was sort of an unwritten rule in this peculiar, mutually beneficial marriage – I married this guy on a whim to get back at Damon, and he agreed, driven by his own mad quest to forget someone he loved but couldn't have. "What's wrong?" Clearly, Bradyn didn't notice my conflicted state.