Joint Weddings And Joint Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

I wanted to change the subject, but she interjected, “I had prepared myself for this since I started seeing him. Still, I never expected Trinity to…” Although she trailed off, I understood she lacked the courage to continue. Even an ordinary woman wouldn’t let go of a marriage, not to mention someone as ferocious as Trinity. Ivanna uttered in resignation, “They’re only engaged and not legally married.” I was surprised, asking, “You mean Trinity and Jared never got a marriage certificate?” “Yeah,” Ivanna chuckled, “Jared once told me he dares to love me because he’s a free and responsible man. He wouldn’t want to trap me in passivity.”

Anna said avoiding JC's eyes. "No, it's you who is complicated, Honey. You're the one who keeps avoiding your feelings for me," JC replied firmly and then kissed Anna's lips again. While Anna doesn't know how to repay JC's feelings, if she wants to be with JC, it means that she has to divorce John because their marriage is legal in the eyes of the state. As the sun sank behind the horizon, the two of them swam towards the shore and returned to the villa in wet clothes.

Kelly muttered in delight before pulling me in a hug. I decided to visit the shop that afternoon. Kelly and Jeff were still working there. They introduced me to Pia who replaced me when I resigned from the job. "Tell us what we missed about you," Kelly said, asking me to sit on the couch. Jeff was listening to us from the counter. "I went back to New York after my marriage got divorced." Her eyes widened. "You two really got a divorce?" I pursed my lips. "Yeah… Gideon and I were separated for six months. But we got back together. Just last week, we got married again."

THE END. I have released a new story titled "After Divorce, I Accidentally Married a Ruthless Billionaire." Please let me know your thoughts on it.

Now that he was concerned about her, Jane was grateful and surprised. She thought for a moment and said with some embarrassment, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Lu. It's a small matter for my third younger brother's family." James nodded. He pretended like he didn't know anything, "Well, do you need my help?" "Thank you, Mr. Lu. But you can't help me." Jane shook her head, "It's about my nephew." She was also annoyed. Now seeing that James was so enthusiastic, she started to talk about it, "Last year, my nephew and his wife quarreled for a little thing. It's not a big deal, but they insisted on sleeping separately. My nephew isn't doing it right either. He's finished arguing with his wife,

I was Damian Valenti’s legal wife. But to the rest of New York, Sofia Bellini was the woman he planned to marry—and I was the pregnant mistress who refused to let him go. Damian said it was only for show. Sofia’s husband had died saving his life, and he had promised to protect her. She needed the wedding and the title of Donna. I already had what mattered: his love, his fortune, and our real marriage. At least, that was what Damian believed. He was so certain I would understand that he spent our seventh anniversary helping Sofia choose her wedding dress. He never noticed that I was in the fitting room beside them, wearing the dress he had once promised to see me in. As Sofia admired herself

Let's see. ******* At the end of second month, Both Akshadh and Janu get divorced from their relationship. It was quiet difficult one, none should face this but their life would be happy only if they get divorced. After some days, knowing Allen's condition, both the pair decided to tie up the knots in the same day itself. Their parents were also double okay for this wedding. Everyone was very happy except Janu. Janu was also trying to move on slowly. The brides and grooms selected same wedding Mahal with same style of Manavarai (Place where wedding happens) Same color of wedding attire. The day before the marriage the brides and grooms met where Janu had talk with Akshadh.

I said, "Ian, you should've known there would be consequences the moment you told your first lie. They may come late, but they are always going to come. Whether you can or are willing to handle them is none of my concern." From afar, my colleagues called me over for lunch. I ended the call and blocked his number. Nova sent me a text saying that Ian slept with Francesca after getting drunk. Her husband found out about it and filed for a divorce. With nowhere left to go, she was now staying in the Ludwig residence. She asked, "Do you think they'd really get married now?" I smirked and replied, "It'd be great if they could. That way, they won't have the chance to mess up someone else's life."

Despite their differences and the challenges they faced, she knew they were stronger together than they were apart. As they sat together in the quiet solitude of their home, surrounded by the gentle flicker of candlelight and the soft murmur of distant music, Drea realized how far they had come on their journey together. Their marriage, once seen as a transactional arrangement, had blossomed into a partnership built on mutual respect, trust, and a growing love that defied all expectations.

I don’t really know what happened and how I woke up to be here, but I was so sure there’s some strange connection between I and that strange pervert, even though I would hate to admit it. “I don’t know what he sees in you. You’re just some sick girl from the ghetto. Well, he promised to divorce you after some months, I can’t believe he gave out his jersey that I got him for his birthday to a low life cunt.” A low life? I scoffed shaking my head. Wait, what did she mean by divorce me? Are they playing games with me? No, I wouldn’t believe what this seemingly insane girl is saying. No, I refuse to believe I got forced into early marriage. Fuck! I’m just seventeen!