After My Husband Asked For Remarriage Novel Novels & Stories

Without pausing to think, I scribbled my signature on the divorce papers and flung them at Ethan and Emelia’s feet. Then I turned to Liam. “Let’s get married,” I said, offering him my hand. He didn’t let me wait or say it twice before his eyes darkened and his big hand covered mine, delicately. I must be insane or entirely mad at this point but it no longer mattered which it was. I will stay in this mansion as the ex-wife of the first Newton son… and the wife of second son. Just when I was about to walk away, a hand grabbed my arm roughly and I flinched at the sudden pain.

My head was still pounding so I grabbed the coffee she prepared but her hands snap my hand away. “that’s not yours! Get your own damn coffee!” “Alright, since you already have called me a stupid oaf and I don’t remember anything, may I know why my wife is sending me death glares?” “You want to know why dear husband?” Opening her notebook, she furiously wrote “I’m actually writing it on my diary. First day as a married woman. Our wedding was blissful and happy. My husband promised to give me my wedding night after days of halting our sexual intercourse. I was excited to consummate our marriage when my dear husband fell asleep in the middle of his seduction. The worst part was I got locked out

she queried with shock in her tone of voice, and she faced him. "Yeah. You did not remember?" he replied with confusion in his head. After hearing him, Kat looked around again. "W-We got married? For real? But I ran away already after our argument in his father's house—" she whispered inside her head when she got interrupted because he put his hands on both side of her face to look straight in his eyes. "Tell me, what was the last thing you remember?" he asked for verification.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. THE MAFIA EMPEROR - Book Two Excitement blasted through my veins as I stepped into my husband's house. Our new home! I always wanted to be in New York before my wedding. But when I got married to him, I thought all my dreams would end in ashes. But he changed my thoughts and brought happiness to my life. There was no regret in my life now. It was only us. & Happiness! He folded his strong fingers around my hand and stepped into our room. The room was huge but different from our house in Hyderabad. It was a giant room and its walls were filled with his childhood memories. My eyes rested on a cute

I hung up without a word and went straight for the block button on the new number, fingers shaking just enough to make me curse under my breath. Didn’t even get the chance. His texts slid in first, bright and arrogant on the screen: About that question you asked last time I showed up. I’ve got a new answer. Yeah. I want us to remarry. I stared at the screen as if it had grown teeth. Blinked hard. The words didn’t budge. My mouth fell open on its own. Jaxen had lost his damn mind. He wanted to remarry me? The ex he couldn’t wait to get rid of?

I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home. Our life is plain and routine, without dramatic ups and downs or messy conflicts. To outsiders, we are just an ordinary young couple. The only thing is that busyness has reduced our time together, and most of our conversations are about daily chores, with less of the intimate interaction we had when dating. But this is common in adult marriages, and I never thought anything bad of it. Our third wedding anniversary was in one week. I wanted to prepare a gift quietly to add a little ceremony to our dull life. Usin

Being a mother again has filled my heart with happiness every single day. A few months after I gave birth, Remus and I got married. Of course, many people raised their eyebrows and said unkind things. It was a private wedding with only close friends. I feel like I’ve become twenty years younger, having this beautiful family. I have nothing left to wish for but a long life to spend with them. I carefully climbed out of his bed and put the book back on the shelf. I left the door slightly ajar and walked to the master bedroom. My husband was sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard. He was shirtless, scrolling through his tablet with his glasses on.

Mine. As I smiled, tucking my bottom lip and placed the picture on the center table in the living room. It was then I saw the next picture of her in a school with two children, a boy and a girl. Other pictures were her hugging the kids, waving at the children and then stepping into the car. All the pictures had the kids backs facing the camera. Different questions ran through my head like who were they? Was I wrong, was she really Terra? Did she get remarried? If she was married, who was her husband? We weren't officially divorced, so if she is married, that would null out the marriage, right?

“I will ensure that any man who tries to pursue her is met with breakdown!” “Oh?” I teased. With narrowed eyes, he suddenly wore a grin on his lips. “Rather than dwelling on her future husband, shouldn’t we be discussing our own marriage?” “Our marriage?” I asked, my confusion evident. “But we’re already married. There’s no need to—” “Well, I want to get married again,” he interrupted me abruptly. “I’m ready to marry you, Summer Ramey Carter, whenever and wherever you desire.” [Note: I apologize for the delays, as I’ve been quite busy. But rest assured, everyone, I will ensure that the book has a satisfying ending and won’t rush it. There are still over 40 chapters remaining, and I’ll soon s

] The words cut into me like knives, over and over. I was here to catch them in the act, but in the end, I turned and left. I went home and sank into the couch, my eyes lifting to the wedding photo on the wall. "I want everyone who walks in here to see how happy we are." I could still hear him saying it when he hung the frame. I stood up and threw it to the floor with everything I had. It shattered the second it hit, just like our marriage. I stared at the broken glass scattered across the floor, feeling like something inside me had been hollowed out.