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

I doubt he did that to all of his business partners. There and then, I remembered something else I wanted to talk about. Before I walked through the door, I turned to him, on my heels. "Do you know your ex-wife moved to my estate?" His face fell and I could see the confusion etched behind those eyes. Mike 's lips quivered as he tried to speak but couldn't seem to make out words. "What?"

“You have to forget about Michael slowly. You are currently married to Elvis Taylor, not Michael Phoenix. I'm afraid that someday you can let go and make Elvis misunderstand." Rebecca hurriedly gave Elvis a code if nothing happened to his beautiful wife. And the code was quickly caught by Elvis, which proved to immediately divert his attention to the chat with his colleagues. "That's what I'm currently maintaining, Becc. I also don't want to live with the face of another man. Even though I actually saw a little Michael from Elvis's green eyes."

We left two days later, and said goodbye to the MacCruders the night before. I hugged Mrs. MacCruder. “I’m so glad I got to meet you.” “I feel the same way, dear. You keep Ryan out of trouble for me, you hear?” “I’ll try.” I just shook hands with her husband. “It was really nice meeting you. Thank you for…” I struggled to succinctly convey the awful events of that night in the rainstorm. How do you thank someone for pulling a gun on your ex-boyfriend? Especially one you still have feelings for?

“Whether you are with my child or not, I have always planned to do this. Apologize to you in the right way. And ask you to be mine again.” To avoid spilling the tears behind my eyes again, I turn my gaze away. “I can't marry you again, Richard. How do I tell people that I remarried my ex-husband? I am not even sure how to tell people about my pregnancy. I'm not sure I am ready for this…” Pain ravages his face.

I picked up my phone, accepted the call, and waited for whoever it was to speak. “Hello, madam. I am sorry I am calling this late” “Who is this? Wait, Marina? Is that you?” “Yes, madam. How are you doing?” I stood up from the bed and smiled. “Oh, Marina. How are you?” “I am fine, madam. But there is bad news, ma'am” Oh, come on. What is it again? “Please, tell me what happened again?” “Madam. Jordan.. I mean your ex-husband.. He.. He is..”

I smiled and walked to the sofa in his living room to lie on it. I took out my phone and sent Chris a message. "Remember to say you love me earlier next time." After sending the message, I locked my phone and waved my hand at James, Nova, and Brenda. "Goodbye, my ex-husband. I hope that you'll dream of me every night from today onwards." With that, I closed my eyes and my world became dark.

He was uncertain about its interpretation. “I can confirm the person who told you was an idiot. Did you know this was their second wedding and their third? They had a private ceremony, followed by a filmed second one for a show. But they were married before. I tell you Everett Stone is damn lucky she took him back. Despite Jake’s rugged looks, I couldn’t do what she did. I would be devastated if he walked away again without giving him a second chance.” “Well, I’m not Everett Stone and I know when I have something good. Excuse us, we must leave now. A surprise awaits my wife, but time is running out here.”

Sinclair raised his glass higher. “To Emma and Williams… may your marriage be long, joyful, and unbreakable. I love you both.” The room erupted in applause and cheers. Williams pulled me close, kissing my temple as we both wiped away tears. I walked over and hugged Mr. Sinclair tightly. “Thank you,” I whispered. “For welcoming me so completely.” He patted my back gently. “You are family now, Emma. Always.” I wiped happy tears from my eyes glancing over at Ava. This was my big day. And it was everything I had dreamed of.

Gwen started. Lily froze for a fleeting moment. “But mum?” “Honey, men are meant to be used. A man could leave you for another, but wealth won’t. Now wipe those tears, straighten those shoulders and get to work.” ******** “Looks like someone is going to learn the hard way,” Ethan said, holding his tablet. He had just finished watching a video of Moria meeting with some strange men briefly on a subway. His chest rose and fell smoothly, everything around him seemed numb.

Another showed the two of them leaving an apartment building together, laughing, their gestures far too familiar to be called coincidence, far too comfortable to be mistaken for something long over. “Who is he?” Ethan asked, his voice low. Rick answered without hesitation. “Her husband.” The room instantly seemed quieter. Ethan stared at the photo longer. “Ex-husband?” Rick shook his head slowly. “No, sir. Legally, they are still married. No divorce petition has ever been filed.” Ethan’s fingers pressed harder against the edge of the paper. “Impossible.” “I checked it directly,” Rick continued. “Civil records are still active. No legal proceedings.”