Does Dexter Marry Sylvie Novels & Stories

“I figured you needed a reminder.” I didn’t answer her. I didn’t know how to. I shut the door behind me, slow and tired, and watched her sit like she owned the place. She didn’t. Not in any way that mattered. “I know this isn’t a real marriage, Dexter,” she started, her voice low and deliberate. “But it’s still a marriage. You’re still my husband. I’ve been patient. I’ve waited. Everyone’s waiting, actually. Don’t you think it’s time you stopped acting like you’re tied to someone else?”

Her words hit hard, but I stayed silent. “Let’s go,” I told Greg. He didn’t move. “Darling,” a voice called across the hall. “I’m done. Let’s go shopping.” I turned. It was the same man. Handsome. Tall. Well-built. Did Sylvia really bag someone like this? “You’re the man from the hospital,” I said sweetly. “Are you dating Sylvia?” “Yes,” he replied. “We’re getting married.” “What?!” I screamed.“You’re marrying a divorced woman?”

Dax said, smiling to assured him that it was okay. A look of shock clouded Mrs. Smith's features, but she kept her thoughts to herself. "Your mom and I want to speak with you. Is it okay?" Dax gently asked. "Umm, yes," Ethan mumbled, staring down at his feet. Realizing that it was their cue to leave, Mr. Wilson, Mr. Smith, and Mrs. Smith left the living room. For a moment, it was silent. Then Dax smiled at Ethan and softly said, "Buddy, your mom and I are not going to be married anymore."

Alex tells her, "I mean, after everything she's done, she doesn't deserve to be part of my life or my boys lives." Another awkward silence falls between them, then Alex sighs and runs a hand through his messy hair. "Ashly, I'm so sorry for leaving you back then, pregnant or not; it was not okay, and there's not much I could do or say to make up for it." Ashly looks up at him and shrugs one shoulder. "It's okay." She says it, even though it really didn't feel that way. "No, it isn't." Alex quickly cuts in, shaking his head as he gazes at Ashly with pain. "But I need you to know that I never wanted to marry May; it was the hardest thing I ever had to do. But I had no choice."

I said quietly, not wanting to create more of a scene. Lucas glanced over his shoulder at Sylvan, who was now engaged in conversation with Katherine Hayes, though his eyes kept drifting in our direction. "That's debatable," Lucas replied cryptically, lowering his voice. "You know how Sylvan is. What he wants, he gets. And what he doesn't want to give up..." He trailed off meaningfully. A chill ran down my spine. "What are you saying?" Lucas's eyes glittered with secret knowledge. "I'm just saying that if Sylvan doesn't want to sever his spousal ties, it probably won't happen."

The vicar filled the marriage sacred bowl he was holding with the water before splashing it on them in a ritual that had been practiced since time memorial. ''It is done.'' he said. They leave the venue of the wedding, with Sylvia now saying goodbye to her old home. She was going to miss it but there was really nothing she could do about it because her new life was now with Remus and his pack. That was the life she was going to live now. On the way to Lowell's large mansion, she tried to make some conversation with Remus, now her husband, but he tells her to quit the act, that she shouldn’t need to try and please him – that they are married does not mean they have to like each other.

“Been cheated on. And cheated. The reason? Something stupid—love.” I stayed quiet, watching him closely. “Fine. So you think love before marriage isn’t necessary,” Vincent said with a laugh. “But when I proposed to Sasha, the first thing she asked was if I loved her. So clearly… love matters to her.” “What are you getting at?” I asked. “What do I want?” he repeated, then sighed. “I made Sasha’s life hell. The last thing I want is to ruin her future, too. I just… I just want to make sure she’s happy.”

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.