Novel & Cerita Did I Permit Your Remarriage

Alberich had been dissatisfied with Ryan since that day. Ryan continued, “She didn’t get her father’s blessing the last time we got married. I cannot allow the same thing to happen again. I hope that when she remarries me, it will be without any regrets, and with everyone’s blessings.”

Felix’s hand trembled slightly where it braced against the door. He drew in a deep breath. “I know I have no right to ask, but...” He looked like he was summoning every bit of courage he had left. “I care about you.” Miranda looked at him quietly, her eyes calm and unreadable, without hatred or even a ripple of emotion. “If I ever get remarried, I’ll let you know.” Felix’s breath hitched hard. His chest rose and fell for a few seconds before he said hoarsely, “Are you two already talking about marriage?”

She hated him. "Your freedom is within my permission." He said savagely. The scorching wine breath spread on her face. "Zac, I have to remind you one more time. We are divorced. And there is absolutely no remarriage between us. So don't expect me to still be trapped." She would not disgrace herself and provide a substitute for others to bury the happiness of the rest of her life. He looked at her drunk and hazy, and a mysterious smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth. "Idiot, I have a secret to tell you..."

, and “Happy Remarriage” Diana was embarrassed by the flood of messages in the sky. She knew Julian had something up his sleeve. Not only did he allow Simon to stay for dinner, but he even welcome the latter to watch the fireworks. As it turned out… He intended to stake his claim in front of Simon. Thankfully, she didn’t notice any changes in Simon’s expression. Sensing Diana’s gaze on him, Simon looked back and asked, “Did you two remarry?” Diana nodded. “Yes. Some time ago, we registered our marriage.”

“If I could rewrite our story, I would. If I could trade my life to take back the pain I gave you, I would. But since I can’t, I am asking for one last chance. One.” His voice broke at that word, and he gripped the podium harder, his knuckles white. “In three days’ time,” he continued, drawing a sharp breath, “I will stand before a priest, before the world, and I will organize a remarriage ceremony. Not for the cameras. Not for fame. For you, Amara.”

He says as she sighs looking at me sadly and I couldn't help but feel the same as I watched her walked out the door but not before closing it to give us privacy. "You know why this needs to be done. " Ian senior says getting straight to the point and I sigh "I understand..." I say slowly even though I wasn't sure how I was going to handle being away from my woman for 3 entire weeks when a thought came to mind and a smile formed on my face. "and considering you here... I want to ask for permission to marry Emi." I say and The older man chuckles in amusement. "Yes but only under one condition..." He says as I frown

“Sometimes, I think about whether I have made the mistake of remarrying after your mother passed away. “If I hadn’t remarried, you would be the only daughter I ever have. Conflicts like this would not have happened. “You wouldn’t have had to roam outside on your own for three years,” Jeremy uttered. He sighed once again. “I am very sorry.” Xyla shook her head. “Dad, you didn’t do anything wrong to me. Everyone has their right to search for happiness.” “As for Emily being engaged to that jerk from the Sullivan family, there’s nothing you can do about it now. It would have been better if they weren’t engaged. However, it has already happened… I hope you can understand,” Jeremy said.

What if I don’t give my children…a father? “Do you want…to get remarried?” He paused, and my heart stopped at the same time. Why would I ask him that when the obvious answer is… “Yes, I do. I’m not getting any younger. I love marriage. I love love. And I’ve decided to put my past behind me and move forward with someone I love.” “Yeah…love.” I dropped the cup to stop my fidgeting hands. “Is that why you didn’t say it back?”

Maureen almost lost consciousness, but Darren's sense of smell was too ridiculous. "You'll leave me again." Darren's whine sounded cute to Maureen's ears, the first time she'd heard Darren lose his ferociousness. "I can't, Rin." "Uncle ...." Trying to stay awake, Maureen's lowered voice reminded, "What about your wife? What about your children?" "I talked to Ima." Darren really had to solve his problem and take advantage of Maureen's sleeping time to meet his wife. The beating from his father last time asked for Darren's firmness, because not all women can afford to be doubled. Darren's beliefs do not require permission from the first wife if he wants to remarry, but knowing the reality of b

— Barr picked up on the first ring. "I need options," I said. "Blake" "The clause and Remarriage Walk me through it." A long pause. The kind that had a whole conversation sitting inside it. "Any remarriage that is obviously motivated by inheritance automatically voids the clause," he said. "The language is specific. The marriage must be genuine. The spouse must enter it believing it's real." "Define genuine." "Blake." His voice was flat. "You know what genuine means." "I need legal parameters Barr. Give me legal parameters."