Married, Divorced, Desired Again Novels & Stories

“Yes, I know. Yesterday I said it was all Ginger’s fault. But— to be honest— I’m probably not very objective where she’s concerned. It’s probably a bit more complicated than that, don’t you think? You said it yourself— you don’t want to make the same mistake twice. So next time around—“ “I told you I don’t want—“ “ I know, I know, you don’t want to get married again.” She waved aside his protests. “ I understand that you think you don’t want to get married again. But your divorce has been final for what— five minutes? Everybody thinks they never want to get married again when they’ve just gotten divorced. Give it some time.” “Time isn’t what I need.”

I breathed out. “I want us to get remarried the right way this time. Instead of in a courthouse, I want to marry you in front of our family and friends. I am not asking for a divorce because I want us to be over. I just want to give you the wedding you deserve and have it so I can stand in front of everyone and tell them how much I love you.”

I wrinkled my brows, bewilderedly staring at his face which didn’t show much expression. He nodded his head. “I know you won’t believe me but isn’t two fast considered a long time? Think about this, I have been waiting for you to say something to me during those two months which was futile. I missed us and I wanted to create something that no one can break.” I scoffed. “No one can break, you’re referring to being married with me again?” “Yes, exactly. I want to be your husband, again and I want you to be my wife, again.”

He replied as his brows furrowed like he would rather not remember the memory he is getting now “How many times?” She asked "What? One" He said “And you're going to divorce her?” She asked again “Like, one time is a deal breaker" He replied “Listen, am an honest man. I would not allow anyone to do that, ever" He continued "Wow" She said with a surprised reaction “What?” He asked “How many years were you married again?” She asked "Fifteen" He replied “And just like that?” She asked again feeling like fifteen years is too much to just let go

“I’m a 32-year-old woman who has left my own family, divorced an absent husband, and is living the life I’ve always wanted for myself … I’m good, all I ever wanted to be in life was to be happy.” “Are you?” he stared into her eyes. She looked away from his gaze, “Like I said … I’m good.” “There’s always room for improvement, Jamie, there’s always something you can do to reach your goal … and no, you’re not divorced, I thought we’ve established that.” She rubbed her eyes and hung her head down. “We need to do something about that … your divorce, because otherwise, my offer won’t stand, I cannot attend to your sexual needs unless you are already divorced … I cannot risk committing adultery.”

Maia nodded, "Yes, I want to go back with him. I want to be with him." "Sis, y-you've already divorced. You still want to go back with him?" Errol seemed helpless. It was evident he didn't know how to persuade Maia. Maia nodded again, her gaze firm. "I know we're divorced. Aunt has told me, but I can't remember it anymore. I want to go back with him. I just want to be with the person I like. Maybe we can remarry!" When Maia mentioned "remarry," Tess’s expression visibly froze, but Cedric wore a smile on his face.

She smiled and murmured, "Divorce is the only ending for our contracted marriage." Right now, her goal in life is to keep their marriage as the start of their real matrimony, not on paper but the one which binds them by heart and soul. "I'll definitely marry you again if you propose to me, and it will no longer be marriage for convenience," she added.

"After all the drama you've put up with to keep this marriage going, it's not impossible that you're now acting up again to try and prevent this divorce." I smiled faintly to hide the tightness in my chest at my husband's hurtful words. "Take it easy, Damon. You don't have to worry. I no longer love you. My once passionate love for you seems lost and eroded in the past two years due to your attitude. Now that we are officially divorced, you can get married without any obstacles from me. Congratulations to you both."

Sam said, “Their techniques are like two solid shields, overlapping perfectly. This bureau’s most critical line of defense should hold for at least a year or two.” “Hey, Mr. Johnson, let me gossip for a second. I heard these two used to be married?” Sam nodded. “They were. But they divorced. What a pity.” “Divorced couples can always remarry. The happiness rate of remarriage is much higher than marrying someone new.” “They probably won’t remarry,” Sam said, motioning for everyone to look inside. Donald reached out, as if to hook Angela’s hand, but shrank back just before touching her.

The answer to my question stared right in my face as I had woken up early in the morning to get the documents prepared. Eight years loving you and five years of calling you my wife. Today, I, Randy White has finally decided to give you what you've always wanted—freedom, sealed in ink. Divorce papers. “Oh yeah,” Clara giggled into her phone as she walked down the stairs, “yes, Kyle of course I have time tomorrow night,” she said as walked straight to the dining table and settled down, “Okay, yeah. I'll see you soon,” she said, giggling again at something he had said.