Marriage Resumption Novels & Stories

Remarrying would be nearly impossible. The Yates family kept demanding compensation. Jordan and Aubrie refused to get involved, leaving Catherine to handle the consequences herself. A month later, when I saw her again, she looked ten years older. Through trembling lips, she asked if I could give her another chance. I said, "I told you on our wedding day. If you cheat once, there's no going back. People must pay the price for their choices." Then I turned away from her lingering stare, walked toward my parents, and stepped into my new life.

Unshakable, unbreakable embrace, Starting here and now, starting here and now. From this time and place, I will forever love you. Until the end of my Life, The ministers say; What God has yoked together, let no man break apart. It is what love has joined together, and only love can keep it bonded, and you two are what love has joined together. So I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.

What a tricky part! “Two, the marriage will end a year and a half after you take your inheritance,” I voiced, and I looked at his reaction, expecting him to say something, but he stayed quiet, staring at his phone, inexpressive. “Three, I don’t stay much at the house and can stay where I want to stay.” He nods and critiques, “Two bargains reasonable for me.” “Okay, and the third, there’s no kissing or anything beyond that.” His eyes looked at me, smirking, and teased, “You don’t want to taste how good a kisser I am?”

We’d spent a good deal of time talking and working through emotions that had built up since the fire. When we were finally at peace with what had happened and what was between us, we promised each other that we’d work hard to make our marriage work. No matter what happened in the past, there was a strong love between us that we were sure could be salvaged and reignited. We sealed our agreement with blissful, passionate love making. It was as it used to be… as if we’d never returned from our honeymoon.

He simply pulls away and marches inside. As they enter, a newly married couple bumps into them, beaming with joy. “Oh! Sorry,” the bride says cheerfully. “Are you two getting married as well?” Laura and Chris remain silent, stiff. “Or… getting divorced?” the groom asks, raising a brow at their silence. Laura forces a smile, masking her discomfort. “No, we’d have to be married first before getting divorced.” The woman laughs. “Then you are getting married, aren’t you, Miss Laura?”

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

"Willow, I know Nathan is in a coma, but you never know. He could wake up any day now. And when he does, whoever's married to him will be the luckiest woman in all of Charleston." I scoffed inwardly. If marrying a guy in a coma was such a great deal, why were they so reluctant to let Vanessa do it? I didn't say a word. They assumed I was still in denial, and their expressions grew even more grim. But they were wrong. I had already made up my mind that I was going to marry Nathan Stone. Out of basic courtesy, I visited the Stone family the next day. When the Stones heard I was coming, they were over the moon. Nathan's mother, Mary Thatcher, held my hands as she wiped away her tears.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tightly, letting him anchor his weight against me as we embraced in the quiet room. ​When he finally set me down, he kept his hands locked around my waist, keeping our bodies close. ​"Our attorney finalized the marriage documents," Rhys said, his voice dropping into a low, serious register. "The justice of the peace is scheduled to meet us at the municipal courthouse at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Once we sign the register, we file the certificate with Lars Vance." ​"That is exactly five hours from now," I said, checking the wall clock. "The league office cannot void your registration once the legal spouse status is grandfathered. We will ha

"I have to agree with Teresa on one thing—when you have something this good, why hesitate?" "Mom," Sabrina groaned, covering her face with her hands, "not you too!" Wendy, ever the peacemaker, laughed from the floor. "Now, now, let's not pressure them. These things take time. But." She paused, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Benedict. "You should know, Benedict, that a remarriage would make a lot of people very happy—including Saben." At that moment, Saben tugged on Benedict's hand, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Daddy, what's re-married?" Everyone suppressed a chuckle, and Benedict reached down to his son's level, his fingers playing through the curls. "It's when two peopl

Still, he looked around, muttering to himself, "No, we're not divorced yet! I'll just have them reissue the marriage certificate, and then apologize to Lisa. She'll definitely forgive me..." With that in mind, he whipped out his phone and called the Civil Affairs Bureau. The clerk on the other end of the phone listened to his request and assured him, "It's alright, Mr. Smith. As long as you're legally married, the marriage certificate can be reissued." Chuck breathed a huge sigh of relief, and he gave the clerk his and Lisa's ID numbers as asked. After a while, the clerk asked hesitantly, "Mr. Smith… Are you sure you're legally married to Ms. Adams?"