Goodbye Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right Novels & Stories

“What's he been up to?” Marvin shrugged. “Senior Adviser to the Chairman over there. He's far richer and fatter now. Has two children, too. Twins.” My eyebrow twitched. “He remarried?” “Remarried? Hell no.” Marvin chuckled. “He re-fucked, and his baby mama dumped the kids on him before leaving the country. He takes good care of them though. Those kids had more jewels on their body in one moment than all the jewels you'd had throughout your lifetime.”

“23, be good.” 23 obediently sat by its owner’s leg and raised its head, staring at Rahman warily. Mable looked up at Rahman and said seriously, “I’m not joking, Rahman. I’m remarrying Blair.” Rahman stomped his foot in anger. “I thought you were just playing around with him. You’re actually serious? Think about how he treated you in the past. He...” Mable interrupted his words. “I only know he loves me deeply now, and I love him too. I don’t want to miss this chance.”

Morgana Georgia I signed my signature and the marriage certificate was finalized. I'm now officially Mrs Windmill, the latest wife of a multi-millionaire whose son was my ex and now I'm married to my ex-boyfriend’s father. Revenge has never felt so good. Yesterday when he told me about Micheal’s engagement, I was heartbroken and excited at the same time, I was heartbroken because of the time that I wasted with someone who was never worth it and I was excited because I’m about to burn bridges and make history,

Ann said. "What made you cry?" Jax asked. "When I tell you, will you promise not to be angry?" asked Ann with a pitiful face. Jax became agitated by Ann's question. However, Ann continued to look at him expectantly. With a heavy heart, Jax finally agreed. He wanted to hear what really happened. "Okay, I promise I won't be mad," Jax said. “Hans Graham, my ex-husband, asked me to remarry with him,” Ann replied.

“I swear to God, didn’t we already agree to not talk about the past anymore? He’s already given up the chance to obtain the angelic inheritance, and Finnley and the rest have all returned to their own places! It’s his wedding day today, and he’s made it clear that he only wishes to live an ordinary life with Mila from now on! With that said, no more mentioning those things again, got that?” “Fine, fine…! Still, it’s such a pity since he was qualified for the role!” Smacking the back of his head, the woman grumbled, “What did I just say…?!” It was then when a laugh was heard, followed by a woman’s voice saying, “Hey, it’s Marcel and his wife, Gerald!”

Jones huffed. Madeline did not take Mrs. Jones' attitude to heart. Reaching down to pick up the magazine, its cover title spoke of how she had gotten back together with her ex-husband, Jeremy Whitman, and how the two of them had bought a new house where they now settled down in. The cover page was of the two of them holding hands as they took a sweet stroll under the moonlight. “Have you ever considered Rye’s feelings, Eveline? You’re Ryan’s wife!” Mrs. Jones accused.

He had just drained his glass and was pleased to be replenished. “Why would I feel strange?” I asked, taking a careful sip of my own drink. His smile tilted knowingly. “Your ex-husband is getting remarried before you. That is not a good look for a former Luna. It would have been nicer if I had come to your engagement party.” I stiffened, the words landing with more weight than I wanted to admit. For a moment, I almost liked him less. I had always appreciated his candor, but tonight it felt like a knife slid just beneath my ribs.

A few early customers pretended not to stare. I cleared my throat. "Everyone," I said, my voice carrying across the quiet shop. "A quick word." I held up my left hand, the gold band catching the light. "My ex-husband, Matt Reed, was just here causing a scene. I want to be perfectly clear. He is my ex. I am now married to Michael Sotheby, who is the father of my daughter. My personal life is not up for discussion. Our focus is on pastries, coffee, and excellent service. Understood?"

I followed his movement slowly, my legs weak. Then he looked straight at me. His eyes were dark and sharp, yet strangely calm. “From today,” he said firmly, “you are now Mrs Jones.” The words hit me hard. Mrs Jones. Not Judy Hale. Not Clark’s Judy. Mrs Jones. I felt strange. Like I was standing outside my own body, watching someone else’s life. I nodded slowly, unable to speak. My throat felt tight. “Good,” he continued. “We will register the marriage today.”

he whispered in my ears, and I just nodded. I sat down looking beautiful, smiling like I was the happiest woman on earth, but deep down I was nothing, just empty and bitter. "Where is your husband," Mrs Joy asked after 20 minutes. "He went to answer a call," I replied "Go look for him," she commanded, "you both need to give your vote of thanks." "Okay Ma'am," I stood up immediately and left.