Novel & Cerita After My Husband Asked For Remarriage Novel

"If you don’t want to come back, then let’s get a divorce! I’ve had enough of being with a bar hostess!" I watched him ranting drunkenly, my heart heavy with sorrow. People said the truth would come out when one was drunk. He must have despised me for a long time. But Christopher, if you hated me so much, why did you marry me in the first place? After that outburst, he began frequenting bars and clubs. Rumors of our crumbling marriage spread throughout the entire social circle. The reality of human nature was harsh and I thought I had seen it all. But I still underestimated how awful people could be. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect Sally to encourage Christopher to call my father.

He had been against Charles since the beginning, and he was right about him. “Can you come take me out for a moment?” I asked and he immediately picked the call. “Alright” he responded curtly. When we got to a coffee shop, I told him about everything that's happening at the Windors’. How I am being treated and he immediately begged to go back home with him. “You can't continue to live this”. I looked down at my hand at the truth of his words, my wedding ring sat on my finger, heavy, full of regrets and the evidence of my bad choice.

‘This woman always interrupts without being asked,’ I thought irritably. “Is your marriage happy?” Kate continued. “You shouldn’t have to ask that. I didn’t marry someone else’s property,” I said. “What?” Kayla laughed at me, sarcastically. “Theo should have married me. And you still think you didn’t take anyone’s property?” “You were the one who left first, Kayla. Your foolish actions with Kale are what made him leave,” I replied firmly. "Then... what do you have now? I don't see any happiness on your face," I said, ending my statement.

I subconsciously gaze outside from the car, my mind is filled with different thoughts. In Just two days, my life changed, taking a worse turn. My career is going down the drain and I've just accepted to be remarried to my Ex-Husband who has cost me so much pain in the past. The thoughts of the whole marriage irked me, and I felt uncomfortable about it.

“I am not granting you the divorce you so desperately speak of. If you need space to think, you can do so in my house or in your own home. I can even allow you to move out temporarily if you need to clear your head. But after that I expect you to come back to your senses and start acting like you are married to me.” My breath caught in my throat, and I stared at him, slowly shaking my head. “Who the hell are you?” Somehow, I was finding it difficult to believe this was the same soft husband I got married to. “A man in love who would do anything to keep his marriage.” He said with so much authority and conviction. And without even waiting for an answer, he turned on his heel, leaving me stari

I slowly slipped my tiny hand into his big one, shaking him with a forced smile on my face. “I’m sorry, but have we met before?” He asked. My heart sank at the realization that he couldn’t remember me, he didn’t know who I was. What was I even thinking? The man was obviously married with two beautiful children, here was no way he’d know who I was, there was no time to think about the little teenage girl he married years ago. “No, we haven’t,” I smiled at him. He tilted his head to one side while keeping his eyes on me. Like he was trying to rack his brain to remember who I was. There was no point.

While I was drowning in worry over our livelihood, Maisy's tuition, and your mother's medical bills, did your hand even falter for a second when you transferred that money away? "It's been 30 years, Lilith. Most of my life was spent on this marriage. Now you want to cut your losses and come back? Why didn't you think of that sooner?"

"Zachary said he wants this baby to have a complete family." "That's bullsh*t!" He shot to his feet. "Bullsh*t?" She looked up at him, eyes reddening instantly. "Didn't you tell me last night that we'd get married once Estelle agreed to the divorce?" His mother hurried to smooth things over. "Alright, alright, let's eat first—" I interrupted softly, "Since the topic's already out, let's put everything on the table." With that, I opened my laptop and connected it to the room's projector. The screen lit up—page one was a summary of bank transfers.

He paused, frustration flickering across his face, then desperation. “I messed up,” he whispered. “But I love you. You know that, right? I’ve always loved you.” I stared into his eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Did you ever truly love me at all? In our three years of marriage, tell me?” What hurt most was his silence. It spoke volumes—louder than the thunder outside. Victor’s expression crumpled as he reached out again, this time grabbing my wrist with a trembling grip. “Please, Alisa. Don’t leave me. It was a mistake. I didn’t even know she was pregnant. We just did it once, okay?”

He took my hand and gave it a small squeeze. “I failed you. I shouldn't have agreed when you asked me to leave. I was young, we were young. We didn't know any better and I flew to another continent… I shouldn't have left you with that monster. I didn't know it was bad, I thought you were happy, I thought you were in love with him.” “I saw the marriage as a loan.” “Because they paid for your mum's hospital bills?” he knew the answer, I didn't need to say anything.