Married, Divorced, Desired Again Novels & Stories

asked Hans Graham with a smile. "What do you mean?" Ann asked, looking into Hans Graham's face. "I know that our divorce is legal. But, we can remarry when you want it. Do you want to marry me again, Ann?” asked Hans Graham, kissing Ann's hand gently. "Married to you again?" Ann asked, not believing her ears. Hans Graham nodded. "I still love you, Ann. Do you still love me?" asked Hans Graham with a gentle look. “I… I don't know….” Ann replied, confused.

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It would create an unhealthy relationship that was destined to end in failure. “I don't want you to think,” he blurted out loud, jerking me out of my thoughts. “Bu—” “Marry me again,” he said. My breath hitched in my throat, and I stared at him wide-eyed. My mouth parted open in surprise and disbelief. He actually just told me to marry him again. Could it be? Could it mean he loves me too? “We are already married, Grey,” I replied instead. “The divorce wasn't legally processed, so it's null and invalid.”

"I thought as much. You know the initial plans of you going to school outside the country were because you hadn't found your family, but now that you have them, you will still have a loving family after our divorce." Ivy smiled, "Yeah I know. I'll want to stay close to him too. Since he has been without my mom for so long, he'll be very happy to have me back, especially because I remind him of her. I'll just stay and accompany him for much longer. As it stands, I have no interest in men or getting married ever again in my life." "Do not say that," Daniel replied. "So you had one bad marriage. That doesn't mean you can't give yourself a chance to love again."

“You claim she disgusts you, and yet you want her back, don’t you?” “I don’t want her back! I don’t want to have anything to do with her ever again!” Thayer blurted out before he even realized what he was saying, and a smile crept onto my face. He finally admitted, indirectly, that he had divorced his wife and didn’t even want her back.

Maybe it was simply that she had finally reached the limit of what one human being could endure. "You want to know why I wasn't a virgin on our wedding night?" she asked, her voice steady now, deadly calm. "Because unlike you, I actually felt something. Passion. Desire. Something real and raw and honest. Something I've never felt with you in five years of marriage." Thomas's face had gone white with rage. "You little—" "Sign the papers, Thomas." Her voice cut through his rising fury like ice. "Sign them, or I walk out that door right now and take both children with me. See how your precious family name survives the scandal of a very public divorce."

“I want you to be my wife again, Vania.” The words struck like lightning in broad daylight. Vania, who was making tea in the tiny kitchenette of Devandra’s apartment, froze mid-movement. Her hand trembled slightly around the cup, her breath caught in her throat. She slowly turned around, eyes wide with disbelief. “What did you just say?” Devandra stood in the doorway of the kitchen. His posture was calm, but his gaze was unwavering. “I want to fix everything. I want you back—not as anything else—but as my wife, like before.”

Lila continued, her voice gaining strength even as pleasure rolled through her. “I’m addicted to it, Derek. To the way they touch me. To the way they talk to me. To how full I feel when they’re all inside me. To how many times they can make me come. I don’t want to go back to cold sheets and half-hearted sex once a month. I don’t want to go back to feeling invisible.” She looked her husband directly in the eyes. “I want a divorce.” Derek’s face went pale. “Lila… you can’t be serious. This is just the sex talking. Four days of wild sex doesn’t erase a marriage.”

Outside his office window, dusk bled into night, the city lights flickering to life like a restless sea of stars. “Can you two really get back together?” Colton asked skeptically, the sound of his lighter clicking faintly on the other end. There was a pause. Which couple in their world was ever like them? Married once, divorced, then circling each other again—always breaking up, always finding their way back. Their story had become infamous, a tragic romance played out in the gleaming halls of power. Were they destined, or just addicted to the pain? Alexander finally exhaled. “We haven’t gotten back together yet.”

"Oh, Asher. I don't even know what to say." "Then, will you marry me again, Sophia?" "Oh, yes. Yes