Darling Rejected Marriage Registration 18 Times นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Darren accepted the paper and became even more confused when he realized it was their contract marriage agreement. "Why are you giving this to me all of a sudden?" Darren asked. "What's wrong?" "Do you know why I refused all the property you wanted to give me when we were getting divorced, and you sent your lawyer to me?" Vivi asked Darren while the man just remained silent, waiting for Vivi to answer her question because Darren was also curious about Vivi's reason for rejecting all his offers that would guarantee the woman would continue living in luxury for the rest of her life.

Ilalang Jagad Rahwana, a doctor specializing in surgery, was handsome and had a good career in medicine, and he was a single man, just like his two friends who had many female fans, but his heart had yet to find the right girl to fill his heart. "So what about your wedding?" asked Jagad. "You didn't even attend my wedding, and now you're asking me now." "Sorry, I wanted to attend but something happened that required me to have emergency surgery." "It went well," Melvin replied. Seeing that look on Melvin's face made Jagad raise one eyebrow. "Why, what's wrong?" "The problem is that he didn't marry Renata." "What does that mean?" "He is not married to Renata but to the woman."

The other was the Cook Family, which was on the verge of bankruptcy. Initially, I was the one who was engaged to Silas. However, he could not reconcile with the idea of marrying someone who was about to go bankrupt. To be fair, Adam Smith, my father, was the one who came up with the idea of drawing lots. He wanted to give that spot to Clara. In my previous life, I had been infatuated with Silas. I even tampered with the drawing lots just to marry him. I believed that as long as I married him, he would one day fall in love with me.

I stared at the courthouse screen, my fingers frozen above the keyboard. “Try again,” I told the clerk quietly. The young woman behind the counter frowned but typed the names once more. Vincent Carter. Daphne Harper. The result appeared instantly. No record found. “That can’t be right,” I whispered. My heart started beating faster. “Please check again. We registered our marriage three years ago.” The clerk shook her head apologetically. “I already checked twice. There is no marriage certificate under those names in the system.” I felt as if the ground had shifted beneath my feet.

I gave a soft, bitter laugh and slowly slipped our documents back into my pocket. “This makes ninety-nine.” “What?” “This is the ninety-ninth time we’ve tried to get our marriage registered.” I turned toward the subway entrance. “And the ninety-ninth time you’ve left me hanging because of him.” I heard her heels stop on the pavement, then suddenly start running after me. “The first time, you bailed on our trip because he was on the night shift and scared of the dark. You took a red-eye flight just to be with him. “The second time, we were practically at the door of the courthouse. You heard he fainted from overwork and left me standing in the snow alone for an entire day.”

"Look, Darwin, the family code states that if a native lady wants to marry a foreigner, she must have the legal capacity to do so and submit an application to the local civil registration office. It is similar to a Certificate of No Marriage on my part. Please apply for it in your country of registration and send it to the embassy in my country for additional clarification and permission before we submit it to the municipal office. My sweetheart, they already have quite tight rules against marrying foreigners.” Ericka explains clearly. “That’s it.”Darwin simply responds immediately, speaking in her ears. "However, I never had to submit such legal competence when I married Natalia, my first w

“Do you even hear yourself? You’re going to throw away a perfectly good alliance for some girl? Do you know how much this marriage meant to our packs?” “I don’t care,” I replied firmly. “I’ve made my decision, and nothing you say will change it.” Dara’s door flew open, and she stumbled out, her eyes red and puffy. She stormed toward me, her hands clenched into fists. “You can’t do this to me, Noah!” she screamed. “I’ve told everyone we’re getting married! I’ve bought my wedding dress! Thousands of dollars, Noah! Thousands!” “That’s not my problem,” I said, my patience wearing thin. “I told you this was over weeks ago. If you chose to ignore that, that’s on you.”

"An accident? How many times have you tried to get out of marrying me, including this time? 99? "You told me you weren't ready the first time and turned the car around halfway. The second time, you faked a stomachache and had me go to the hospital with you. The third time we tried getting a marriage license, you told me something urgent came up at work and you had to handle it…" Her fingers curled as she recounted the many "accidents" that happened before they were slated to get their marriage license. "This is the 99th time you got 'cold feet', so when will we attempt another escape to round it up to 100?

She nodded. “You know what? For me, you didn’t deserve how Astin treated you. Sure, you didn’t show up on your wedding day, but that wasn’t your fault. He forced you into it. You didn’t even love him then. Marriage is sacred. It’s for people who truly love each other. And back then, only he loved you. So, why rush? Love shouldn’t be forced. Sorry to say, but he’s selfish. Even now,” Darryl said, his tone serious. She was about to respond when Darryl’s phone rang. He glanced at her before answering and stepped a little away.

“I was thinking… On Tuesday or Wednesday, we could finally make it official. Give you the rightful title you deserve.” Darren was stunned. He had not expected her to bring up registering their marriage. A smile bloomed on his face. “I thought we agreed to wait until after leaving Jensburg?” “I changed my mind. Why does location matter? Let’s do it here, where people can celebrate with us. You’re too good. I need to claim you before someone tries to steal you away.” During her hospitalization, Darren had barely left her side. Every young nurse who entered to change her IV bag or give her medication had stolen glances at him.