Marriage Resumption Novels & Stories

I said pushing her hand off my stomach. “I see, first fight after your marriage is normal…”she started I shook my head, “what do you mean? That Harris and I are fighting?” I asked, she nodded, I looked away, “WE HAVE WORK” I greeted my teeth, she stood, and walked back to her desk. “okay, I’ll just give you this piece of advice, every marriage has its ups and downs” she said with a sad smile, I looked away, but we are not married. I love him, while he can’t! And never will!

Not one of them looked at me with pity. The Master of Rites stood at the front of the hall, his long robes touching the marble floor, and right beside him was Alpha Alexander, my husband. The word felt wrong and unreal in my head. It made me regret all the times I had wished for a husband of my own. He stood there expressionless, like he neither agreed nor disagreed with what was happening. If he hated this marriage, he did not show it. If he wanted it, he did not show that either. His face was calm, almost bored, like this was nothing more than another duty to complete.

"W-wife? Wow, I apologize. I didn't know that you were already married; she is very beautiful, very suitable to be your companion." Melvin gave a forced smile. "We haven't been married long; we came for a honeymoon," Melvin explained. "Right, darling?" The man looked toward Danas, making the girl follow with a smile—naturally a forced smile. "W-we apologize for having interrupted your time. We will take our leave; please enjoy your honeymoon," said the man, then stepping away from there. Danas saw her husband's face, which was clearly emotional. Lunch was canceled because of that.

“Juliette, you need to remember to take your medication regularly. Refusing it now is a terrible idea. How will you manage the rest of your day? Gentlemen, as you can see, my wife needs supervision to function and meet the demands of her life. I fully intend to provide that care. This is not acceptable. This was a terrible error, and I am unwilling to let it stand. If my wife wants a divorce, she will have to prove to me we can’t have a good marriage. We can revisit this in six months’ time. Until then, my wife will move back into our home, and we will resume our marriage in all ways. I will consider marriage counselling at a later date if it’s needed. It's not up for negotiation; I'll bring

he says. "Marriage?" I peer. “The clan decided to bring Karen’s wedding to Arley forward.” I stare at my fucking hands, fury runs through my veins, and I assume I will plunge into the blood. “We’re going to the wedding to surprise the Davilas, and pick up my wife!”

What more do you want? "If you keep causing a scene, I’m going to retract my offer to remarry you. You’re going to regret it." I could tell he had run out of patience, judging by his expression. Regret? I had already done my part of regretting. I regretted not leaving him sooner. It was only after I left him that I realized that there was more to this world than Emil. "Emil, let me be perfectly clear: I have no intention of remarrying you. In fact, I am already married, so I would appreciate it if you stopped pestering me." I shrugged off his hand and turned to leave.

He decided to come home early and take the day off instead of resuming back to work. But walking in on Rhoda like that made him remember why they had to get married again. That was all bullshit to him, though. Especially the fact that he got to know the reason he married after the wedding. Her family business was going down the drain and if his father wanted to help, he should do so without getting something as huge as a marriage in return.That was all bullshit to him. Especially the fact that he got to know the reason he married after the wedding.

"There are a few more personal reasons, uncle. Things I can't say. Things I can't forgive." "You're wrong, Eric," Jim said softly. "There is always room for forgiveness. If you love each other. I betrayed my children's trust. My wife. I ran away and turned my back on those I promised to love and care for. But they forgave me, and we're back together again." nod. "Marriage is complicated. People make mistakes all the time. Sometimes we do terrible things. But the promise you made includes both the happy times and the hard times."

He says. I raise an eyebrow. “Sorry?” “Let’s get married.” I freeze at once, staring at him as if he’s lost his mind. His expression stays completely serious. “I have the money and connections you need to make this case disappear,” he continues, voice steady and confident. “Once you carry my last name and I’m recognized as your husband, you’ll have access to almost anything. You’ll get your residency back. Isn’t that what you want, sweetheart?”

She says it so seriously that even I believe her, and I’m pretty sure he does too, judging by the brief flicker of fear that crosses his features. “Understood.” “Wonderful.” She redirects her attention back to the children. “Alright, kids. Let’s head back inside so the sun doesn’t melt your ice cream.” The kids scatter toward the house, Ava herding them along. Throwing one last knowing look over her shoulder, she disappears behind the glass door. And it’s just us again. “Marry me.” “What?” “Marry me.” “Aaron, we’re already married.” “I know, but I want us to get married again. Our wedding wasn’t exactly the best, and our marriage hasn’t been either. We’ve been attacked, threatened, and most