Did Sara White Remarry Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to hurt you. But… it’s better you know than be deceived. Rosemary’s marriage to Adrian… is no more.” His brows furrowed. “No more? You mean… divorce?” Cassandra gave a slow nod, then laced her poison. “Yes. Adrian divorced her… because Rosemary was caught cheating.” The words struck like thunder through his frail chest. The old man erupted into a harsh cough, his trembling hand clutching at the blanket. “N-no… impossible… Rosemary… she would never…” The nurse rushed forward, alarmed. “Sir! Please, breathe slowly.” She checked the monitor frantically. The once-steady rhythm suddenly spiked and faltered.

Madison wordlessly pulled out her phone and showed her old screenshots. "You missed it. You were abroad. But it was huge news—online and in this circle." "What happened?" "Aria had a fiancé. They grew up together. On their wedding day, he left her at the altar. She chased him, got into a car accident, and was in the hospital for over a month." "Who was her fiancé?" Madison shifted uncomfortably."Liam White." "That name sounds familiar…" "He's my boyfriend." Vivian stared, speechless."So… how did she end up marrying Aiden?"

she jabbed a finger toward me "....pushed her down those stairs out of jealousy." "Where is Sara now?" Cross asked. "Why isn't she here to speak for herself?" "She's recovering," Damian answered stiffly. "The shock of yesterday's events triggered her healing, but she's still weak." I nearly laughed at that. Sara, weak? Never in her life. Elder Marjorie spoke again, her voice calm amid the tension. "Dissolving a pack marriage is serious business. It has happened only twice in the last hundred years." "And both times," Cross noted, "it was because one mate was proven unworthy of the other."

I was surprised when he was reluctant to sign the papers and if my bodyguards didn't hold me back, I was ready to throw hands at that man. It wasn’t easy getting him to sign the papers, but, fortunately, he eventually did. We were a happily married couple for about three months; those three months felt like they were the happiest moments of my life, until the night Daniel Carter threw it all away, by cheating on me and they turned to my worst. As each day went by, I started to realize how much of a liar the bastard was.

At this point, my vision was blurry and I could barely swallow the thick lump in my throat, "please tell me there's something that we- or you can do. Please..." He pulled my body to his and I wrapped my arms around his neck, crying quietly into his shoulder. He rubbed my naked back soothingly, calming me down a bit, "there is one thing left to do..." he trailed off and I waited patiently for him to tell me, "I have to fix what's broken, Sarafina...I have to marry them again."

Until she spoke again, “Let’s get back together, continue dating, and if you want to remarry, I’m okay with that too.” If later he found her boring or got tired of her, he could take the initiative to ask for a divorce and hold the upper hand, so he wouldn’t cling to her so stubbornly. “Are you serious?” Caleb couldn’t hide his excitement and grabbed her hand. “We can remarry?” Whitney nodded. “Yes.” “But I’m going to Jisaston, I don’t know if we can process the remarriage there.” Caleb would find a way. He might not even have to go to Jisaston.

I couldn't let it go—I had a bad feeling. "Ren?" "Yeah?" He sounded playful. "You're not still planning to get married, right?" "Well, actually... I do want to get married..." I sat up instantly, alarm bells ringing in my head. I stared at him accusingly, but he seemed perfectly calm. "To who? Did you hit your head or do you have amnesia?" "If anyone's got amnesia, it's you..." He pulled me closer against him. "I want to marry you, Sara. In a better moment, obviously."

Colonel Hassan waited patiently. Sarah paused again, as if weighing how much to reveal. “My ex-husband remarried some years ago,” she began carefully. “Her name is Tiana.” The colonel remained silent, allowing her to continue. “She’s not his wife anymore,” Sarah added. “They divorced recently.” Her voice carried a hint of exhaustion, like someone reopening an old wound she would rather forget. “That woman,” Sarah continued slowly, “has been a thorn in my flesh ever since I returned to New York.”

"Because I have nothing else! My son won't speak. My company is all I have left. And the one night I let my guard down, I betrayed everything Catherine and I had." The air left my lungs. "You mean that night with me." "I mean I slept with someone I don't love while drunk on my dead wife's anniversary. What kind of man does that?" Each word was a knife. "The kind who's human. Who's grieving. Who's allowed to move forward." "I don't want to move forward. I want my wife back. I want my real life back." He grabbed his laptop. "This conversation is over." "Damien, wait—"

Of course, Amelia, how could I forget that I have a friend now? "Hello,” I answered. “So you are still alive, Jenna, why didn't you reach out?” said the very angry Amelia. “I am so sorry; it is just that I have a lot going on right now,” I said. Where was the lie? I indeed got married to Adrien Lockwood and got signed into Denvers; that is a lot if you ask me. "Oh, okay, I understand. With your divorce and everything going on, it will take you some time to adjust,” she said in an understanding tone.