Darling Rejected Marriage Registration 18 Times Novels & Stories

The line of eager couples waiting to be married stretched from the city hall lobby all the way to the next intersection. Arthur and Camila walked up to me. Arthur said in surprise, “Why are you still here? I already told you that the divorce won’t be finalized for another three days. “Don’t worry. I give you my word. Just three days, and I’ll definitely marry you. I mean it this time.” I remained silent. I recalled the last time we tried to register our marriage. Arthur said Camila’s dog was hungry, and he had to go buy pet food for her, so he could not proceed with our registration.

"What? You've been married for three years and still haven't registered your marriage?" Mitchell's surprised exclamation over the phone practically blasted my eardrum. He was right. We'd had our wedding ceremony three years ago, and she'd unilaterally canceled our marriage registration 17 times.

I wasn’t willing to let go. I had given four lifetimes to this. The sunk cost was too great, so great that I didn’t have the courage to abandon everything I had poured into the past. I kept telling myself to wait a little longer, so I waited until the day we were supposed to register our marriage. He didn’t come home the night before. The next morning, I stood outside the civil affairs office for a long time. After countless calls, someone finally picked up. It was Dr. Nadia.

Not all of it — just enough for my lungs to finally open. I stood, pocketing the phone. Anthony was in the living room, half-collapsed on the couch, laptop open, tie loosened, hair a mess. He looked like he’d aged ten years in three days. Donna had cried herself to sleep on his lap the night before, and she still lay curled beside him now, her tiny hand fisted in his shirt. “Anthony,” I said quietly. His eyes snapped open. “What? What happened?” I sat down opposite him, leaning forward. “The registrar withheld the final stamp. The marriage isn’t legal.”

At that time, their families seemed to trap them both by placing stimulants that made them both lose control. Even though it was clear that Dara rejected the arranged marriage that occurred between them, that night witnessed two contradictory human beings getting married, which lasted for 26 years until now. "Dara, 26 years have passed. I'm no longer a playboy, I only love one woman, you." Xander touched Dara's chin and kissed her lips. Dara's hand draped around her husband's neck. She kissed him back no less tenderly, though, sometimes Xander was annoying, and still, only Xander understood Dara.

No matter how she treated him, he couldn’t bring himself to curse out loud; the grace of giving birth to him weighed on his mind, shackling his lips. “Chris” Darcy called out as he gestured towards the screen in the centre that had a ‘birthday message’ displayed. “Anyone who doubts my words can check the document on screen.” Darcy opened his mouth as soon as Night Wing projected their marriage certificate onscreen. Night Wing magnified the document so that everyone could clearly see that the marriage certificate was issued 21 years ago. Even Eva’s eyes widened as she saw the document on screen. ‘How stupid was she?’ She stood stunned for a minute before regaining her senses and crying out pi

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

"Oh no, I am half a year older than the birth date that is recorded here. I am actually at the age suitable to get married." "But there's no point in telling me that, you'd have to convince them, "Meredith pointed at the employees that were working in the city hall. Charlie immediately went to consult the employees but the employees only accepted the birthdate that was recorded in their database as well as the date that was printed on the card. Hence, they would not approve his application for registering a marriage. Looking desperate, Charlie held Meredith's hands in his and said, "Edith, it's okay even if we can't register our marriage now. We can always register later."

We registered at city hall on a cold morning with coffee in paper cups and Dante's hand warm around mine. The drive should have taken twenty minutes. Dante stretched it to almost an hour, slowing down at every light until I finally said, "If you don't want to get married, turn around." He looked offended. "I'm giving you an experience. Last time you tried to register a marriage, tragedy met you halfway. This time, I want you to remember getting there." For a moment, I had no words. Then he glanced at me and added, "Also, I like watching you threaten me. Very romantic."