After My Husband Asked For Remarriage Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

I sighed, faking a sad expression on my face. "It's a long story" I muttered "You don't have to say it if you don't want to. I was only curious" "It's fine. My husband died in a war" Mia shook her head in sympathy. "That's terrible," she said "But at least, he dies with honor" I looked at the ground "I guess you can say that" "Why haven't you remarried then? I take it this happened a while ago, yes?" "Yes. It happened shortly after the kids turned a year old. I don't want anything to do with any man anymore"

♣A YEAR LATER♣ JUDITH LARSSON I'd received Keith's letter at work that morning and its content gave me so much happiness and joy.. We were consummating our marriage for the first time since I survived my accident today.. and yes, he promised to make it a romantic one in a hotel room!. He had claimed to have developed a problem with erection before we got married and our child was gotten through IVF... starving me of intimacy since he claimed to be my husband.

Ann said. "What made you cry?" Jax asked. "When I tell you, will you promise not to be angry?" asked Ann with a pitiful face. Jax became agitated by Ann's question. However, Ann continued to look at him expectantly. With a heavy heart, Jax finally agreed. He wanted to hear what really happened. "Okay, I promise I won't be mad," Jax said. “Hans Graham, my ex-husband, asked me to remarry with him,” Ann replied.

The ring on my finger caught the airport lights, flashing unmistakably between us. “I remarried,” I said. “To the love of my life.” His eyes locked onto it like it burned. “I have a husband,” I went on, my voice steady despite the storm in my chest. “A real one. One who chose me. Who protected me. Who didn’t break me and then look for excuses.” He tried to speak, but words failed him. He swallowed hard. “This ends here,” I said. “We will never meet again.” “Velma,” he said, desperation spilling over now.

" Only later did I learn that she was Caitlyn, the woman the Sheppard family had arranged for me to marry. The fireworks on that rooftop, and her face beneath them, stayed in my memory forever. We got married and had Nelly. It wasn't until the day Mason Sheppard graduated and returned home. Caitlyn went to pick him up and got into a car accident. I went to take care of her, but then I saw the two of them together on the hospital bed. "Ian, I'm tired of this. I want something different." I left the marriage with nothing. Later, when my adoptive mother needed money for treatment, Caitlyn suggested we remarry. I agreed. She filled the villa with my fireworks designs. She even promised to arrang

he asks, his voice low in my ear. "Yes," I say. "But you have to keep your hands off me until after the wedding." My father is getting remarried. His fiancé is wonderful – she's smart and successful, a corporate litigator. She doesn't take shit from my father – and he's never been happier. And we're late for their wedding, which is in precisely thirty-three minutes. "Cruel and unusual punishment," he says.

Shock washed over his face, and for a moment, I thought he might drop it entirely. That’s it. I said it. Now there was no going back. “What do you mean he’s not your husband?” he asked slowly, as though he didn’t quite trust what he was hearing. I bit my lip, debating whether I should even go down this road. But if I didn’t, this misunderstanding would only get worse. “It wasn’t real,” I said finally, lowering my gaze to the table. “The remarriage… it was just an act. A charade.”

That I understood how Emma's manipulation had poisoned everything. But I was only a ghost, watching helplessly as my husband drowned in regret. Mark... If there's another life after this one, I hope you learn to see the truth before it's too late. I hope you learn to trust love over lies. My spirit began to fade then, the world growing dim around me. Perhaps this was truly the end. In my final moments, I thought I heard Mark's voice, gentle as it had been in our early days of marriage: "Alice, come home for dinner. I made your favorite soup."

We walked out a little while later, each of us holding a copy of the final decree. Almost four years. I'd finally closed that ridiculous marriage down. I was finally free of the shadow of those years. My life was finally on its own track. Lucas stood there staring at his thin folder, head lowered, expression unreadable. "Richard and Catherine said you blocked their numbers and won't see them. They asked me to tell you they know they were wrong." "They want to give you everything they can. They want you to forgive them, and come home." I laughed softly. "No. I was never an Ashford."

He lived a life worse than hell. I watched him trembling like a leaf with a face beaten so badly that he was barely recognizable, and I found myself thinking that he had once been my husband and the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. But he was presently lying beside my feet and clinging on to life like a stray dog. I drew my leg back. “Papa, it’s time for us to go in. The show is about to start.” Milo’s muffled pleas came from behind me, but Hank immediately interrupted him. “Get over here! Don’t dirty Principessa Stella’s eyes!”