After My Husband Asked For Remarriage Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Playing with my fingers, I found myself saying, “ We shouldn't have done that?” Picking up the folders that ended on the floor when he pushed them, “Why not, little wife?” I got off the couch and started to pace back and forth nervously. I have never felt nervous, and I don't know where to start. “ We divorced, a-an-and your family hates me” He smiled at me, sealing the deal for me the night I met him: “ We can always remarry,” he said, pointing a finger at me. “Don't worry about my family.”

The room grew still. Elias slowly nodded. "Margaret told me something similar." That got everyone's attention. The old man folded his hands. "Years ago." His voice sounded distant. "Before she died." A painful memory seemed to cross his face. "She said Nathaniel stopped being the man she married." Nobody interrupted. Because Elias looked like a man reopening old wounds. "She believed power changed him." A long pause followed. Then he added: "Or perhaps revealed who he always was." An hour later, they arrived at the bank.

I said, trying my best to hold back my tears as I slid Easton's ring down his finger. “I, Easton Grey, do take you, Mirabella Brookwood to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for the rest of my life, till death do us apart.” My face was already a crying mess by this time and I didn't care anymore. I still couldn't believe how far we had come from our first meeting after my return, up until this very moment. If anyone had told me that I would remarry this man in the end, I would have laughed so hard at that person, and yet here I was, doing the very last thing I had told myself I would do after my return.

I asked as I feared something he was about to do to me. He looked up and smiled, as if I was not in fear. "I am your husband. You are my wife. Where else would I be after marrying you?" Instead of answering my question truthfully, he asked me a stupid question after reminding me of what he had done to me. And after everything, he was expecting me to be normal. Like I used to be when we first got married.

"Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself." "You—!" Her face flushed red in fury. After a long moment of deadlock, she finally gave in. "Fine, you win. I won't pretend anymore. I'll lay it all out for you. But even now, there's nothing left to say between us. I've remarried. Stop clinging to me." "What did you say?!" Rage surged through me, clouding my vision. I clenched my fists, teeth grinding. "Hilary! It's been three years! I thought you and our daughter were dead! And now you won't even give me an explanation? Just toss me aside with one sentence about remarriage?!

She fainted. Life's slap across her face was so powerful, it knocked her out. "What now? "Christiana questions her husband on their way to their new home. "A fresh beginning. "He replies, and she smiles and rests her head on his chest, and he smiles as he places his hand on her back. They and their driver are the only ones in their car, which is conveying them safely to their new and most likely better future. *********************** 2 Weeks after Raymond and Christiana's remarriage.

He nods, “yes it is. Three weeks after you left Juris demanded we get married, stating she didn’t mind being the second wife. She argued that she’ll be the first wife once our divorce is finalised” I smile, resting my head against the sofa as I try to act at ease but I’m not. “Did you do it?” I ask, my eyes shut as I wait for his response. I may act like I’ve healed from the wound, but I’m not. And if they got married, if my husband married someone else my world would be completely shattered. The room goes quiet, “did you two get married?” I ask, opening my eyes, emotions welling up in me as I wait for his response.

"This time, as Annabel Moore and Xavier Ravarivelo." It isn't a suggestion. It is a decision she just made with that single silly phone call from Catherine. "And on that night after we are married, we can consummate our marriage", she includes, with the innocent smile still on my face while I jerk upright. "What?!" I exclaim loudly, not knowing if I am more shocked by the idea of waiting to consummate our marriage after we are remarried when I am fully aroused already or by the sole idea of a re-marriage.

“Vans asked him if he wanted to come with me to fetch you and see you, but Julian said you didn’t want to have anything to do with him. He even said that it was impossible for the two of you to get married again.” Nina rolled her eyes as she went on, “Does he have a screw loose or something? He was the one who wanted to get married in the past. He was also the one who suddenly asked for a divorce. And now, he’s still the one kicking up a fuss and demanding for a remarriage…” Nina almost couldn’t bring herself to go on. “Now that you’ve finally regained your memories, he’s saying that it’s impossible for the two of you to get married again.”