Did I Permit Your Remarriage Novels & Stories

He handed over their documents, "We'd like to register our marriage." The clerk was taken aback, "You just got divorced, and now you want to get married?" "Is it against the law?" "No, it's just..." Mr. Satan smiled, "Thank you." "Oh, okay." The clerk checked their documents, nodded, and said, "Please come in for the photo. Sir, you might need to remove your mask." Emily could feel Mr. Satan's hand stiffen. Noticing his discomfort, the clerk smiled reassuringly, "Sir, it's a wedding photo that will be on your marriage certificate. And since you and your fiancée have decided to get married, she won't mind any imperfections you might have."

he added calmly, “without legal registration…” His lips curved slightly. “…the marriage is technically void.” The maids around were whispering. Butler Uncle turned to them and signalled them to leave. They ran out leaving only the family. Aunt Janet laughed again. Lydia looked stunned. Even my father frowned slightly now. His anger was showing. I touched him so he will calm down a bit. Grandfather Wolfe lifted his head slowly. His gaze moved toward me. Then Adrian. Then finally…He spoke. “They can remarry.”

Emery didn’t know what to say. They’d talked about this a few times before, but as of lately it hadn’t been mentioned at all. She’d told him last year that she would never get married to leave her husband all alone if cancer ever came back and overtook her. But now that she felt better than ever, she was having a change of mind. “I don’t know what to say.” After a minute delay of him asking and still being on one knee, Emery finally gave him an answer.

But he forgot one thing, something he forgot to mention. A few days passed, and I started to feel uneasy. Knowing his personality, once he managed to appease me, he should have swiftly brought up the topic of remarriage. But several days went by without any movement. I couldn't help but feel suspicious. Did this guy think that the current situation, living together under the shadow of divorce, was exciting? Or perhaps, because of my recent difficulties, he had changed his mind. I found myself unable to speak up. I could easily talk about divorce, but suggesting remarriage felt like losing face. This matter gradually became a weight on my chest, making me incredibly uncomfortable.

I crouched down at my parents’ grave and dropped the flowers. “Leave me alone.” “Mum, Dad, I’m getting married again.” A tear slid down my face. “Please forgive me. I lost the company, but I will get it back—that’s why I’m remarrying.” I stayed there for a while, telling them about my soon-to-be husband. ******* I stood at the altar with the priest reciting the sermon. Kaden’s eyes had not left mine. “Do you, Kaden, take Catherine to be your lawful wedded wife?” the priest said.

He could have given me the respect by waiting until the marriage was legally over… He couldn't wait to remarry, and everyone knows it.

"Don't fight in the car, or at home, or do it quietly. You're both old enough to know better." "Ironic, you dismissed our opinions on your so-called marriage that turned us into relatives." "Don't speak for me, I have a voice and mine disagrees with you." I shrug, "I'm of the opinion that I love that my dad remarried, I got a great mother figure out of it."

"Aunt Patricia, please stop," Mia interrupted Patricia abruptly. "I've already made up my mind to return to Nord City and live with my brothers, and I'm not considering remarriage." "Very well, I respect your decision. But you should understand that women and men are different. "Generally, second marriages don't turn out as well as the first ones. Besides, Mr. Barrett comes from a respectable background; I'm only concerned for your well-being." Having said her piece, Patricia withdrew to her room for some rest.

"That is not a reason." "Look at what we have," I said. "Rem is at sixty percent. Our financial base took a fifty-three-million-dollar hit. We have a federal agent whose paternity claim is unverified. We have a traitor who was inside the operation for months. We have a don with the patience and resources to keep coming." I looked at both of them. "I am not saying the marriage is the final answer. I am saying it is a door that stops the bleeding long enough to fix the wound."