After My Husband Asked For Remarriage Novel Novels & Stories

He didn't even recognize me. When he started to look closer, Evelyn quickly blocked his view. "Babe, this shameless woman keeps saying she's your wife!" Then, she pouted and cried harder. "I'm only thinking about your reputation." Adrian wiped her tears with tender care. "Don't get upset. People like her aren't worth it. You're pregnant, remember? You wanted that painting from the House of Wexley, right? I'll get it for you. Be good." His words humiliated me. I never imagined that after just three years abroad, Adrian would already have an illegitimate child.

When Jessica married Lucas, he looked at the button and thought it was a pathetic joke. What movie, what tale, it’s all lies. Eventually, his beloved girl has married someone else. That night, he threw the button away, but the next morning, still hungover, he rushed out to the garden without even putting on shoes, searching through the grass inch by inch. He didn’t know what use finding it would be, but it was a testament to his long-held affection. When he saw the news of Jessica and Lucas's remarriage this morning, it felt like being thrown into a deep pit of despair.

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

She had once believed marriage would finally improve her life—only to discover she had jumped from one pit of fire into another. Half her life had been spent living in the shadow of men. Before marriage, it was her father. After marriage, it was her husband—both of them often vented their dissatisfaction on her through violence. She was tired of it. She had tried to escape Dean's shadow and live as a Mrs. Slater in name only, spiritually widowed. Yet, fate had played another cruel trick on her, not even leaving her the illusion of dignity… "We're here. I'll help you out of the car."

On Manav's point, Shivansh's grandmother replied, "Now that they are married, both of them are still husband and wife. Therefore, their housewarming ceremony will take place first. Only after that will these two come inside." Manav cried and said, "Grandma, do whatever you want. But please do it a little quickly! I can't stand this any longer!" Shivansh's grandmother gestured to Nidhi. So Nidhi went and brought rice from the kitchen in an urn. Their marriage had happened so suddenly that they did not have time to perform all the rituals, but now the marriage is over. No matter how you wish now. Nidhi placed that urn in front of Ruhi. Although Ruhi was unconscious, she could not drop the Kala

“Now. I’ve held my tongue all spring, and I simply can’t anymore. When are you two getting remarried? The pup arrives in July, correct? You should be prepared. Married. Properly, this time, no contracts—” Beside me, I could feel him watching me, carefully, like my answer mattered more than the question. “We haven’t talked about marriage,” I said calmly. And then, because it was the truth, I added, “And honestly, even if we never got remarried, I’d be happy with things exactly the way they are.” Dominic said nothing. His hand flexed once against the small of my back. His mother’s face crumpled. “Never,” she breathed, pressing a hand to her chest like I’d insulted the Goddess herself. “Absolut

She'd refused him firmly then, but the memory pulled her under now, a whirlwind of temptation amid the vows. This was the same day, same event, and same man as her past life—yet she was no longer the naive bride blinded by hope. Reborn with foresight, she'd hardened, plans simmering beneath her lace gown to upend the betrayals ahead. Suddenly, Howard's grip tightened on her hand, a subtle squeeze that yanked her back to the present, grounding her in the warmth of his palm through her glove. Today, I marry Howard again, she thought, resolve steeling as the quartet's soft notes swelled around them.

“Well, you’ve been married twice. First to Emery, then he died. And then you had to wait. And then you got married again to this ruffian of a guy.” “His name is Julian,” I said to her. She gave a little nod. “Fine, fine, whatever. But all I’m saying is, you got married again. How does it feel?” I stopped, then turned to her. And she did the same to me. “What do you want from me? What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know,” she scoffed. “Maybe tell me that this is just a phase and by tomorrow it’s all going to be some bad joke.”

As I entered the room he was sitting on his bed playing video games on his phones, I don't know if it was me or just my thinking but he didn't look like a sick man not that I wanted him to be sick, but he was very active, I wondered if the heart attack was even real, but I saw it with my own two eyes The moment he saw me he placed his phone aside and touched his chest wincing in pain, all of my doubts and suspicious vanished" maybe it was just in my head, I was paranoid for nothing ” I got married I said as I parked my wheelchair next to his bed Really he said and I could tell he didn't believe me, I took the marriage certificate from mom's hand and gave it to him You really got married he s

“Put your clothes back on.” Trembling, I watch as he walks away, heading for the stairs. “Wait,” I call out, my voice shaky. Ryan turns, impatient. “What?” “It’s cool,” I say, my voice hollow. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Ryan nods. “Good.” And just like that, he walks away, leaving me in a million pieces. ~~~