Married, Divorced, Desired Again Novels & Stories

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.

“Then stay with me tonight. Don’t go back out there. Just for one night.” Damien’s gaze softened, but she could see the war in his eyes. Duty. Love. Guilt. Desire. “Alright,” he said finally. She smiled faintly. “Alright?” “Alright,” he repeated, this time with more certainty. “I’m staying.”and then he crashed his lips on her. Note dear readers, this is the continuation of Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce And it'll be mainly about Draven and Kaia's story

But on the other hand, he didn't regret getting divorced, because only then did he have the opportunity to get to know this new woman she had become. Regarding the past, he really didn't want to go back there and remember his marriage to her, however, as of today, he no longer wanted to stay away from her, he wanted to get to know her. "Take your time to read, and if you have any quaqluer questions don't hesitate to ask me." Edward spoke smiling gently. "Just so I can understand, the profit from this partnership will be 40 to 60?" Liana asked suddenly as she looked at the document.

“Should I be grateful for that?” He faltered for a second, clearly not expecting that. “I do not want you again,” I said, slowly, clearly, so there would be no room for misunderstanding. “I am happily married. I have a child. I have a husband who loves me, who cherishes me, who never once made me feel like I was a burden.”

He dialed the number again, and this time the person picked up almost immediately. "What took you so long to pick up, bitch," the person scolded. "Don't talk to me like that. I am far older than you, and I warned you not to call — only I do the calling, or do you want my family to find out?" a feminine voice spoke. "Whatever, how did it go?" the hooded person asked. "I couldn't convince her not to proceed with the divorce, and there's something you should know," the feminine voice said. "Fuck. What?" the hooded person spat. "She's getting married." "What!"

I watched their love blossom yet it was cut short by the hands of the devil I married as a husband. I do not want to be remembered as your wife, I do not want to go on to the world beyond with your name stained to my garment. I would love to be cremated as a divorced woman, a divorcee is far better than being your wife. you are hurt but I wish I could pull out my heart for you so you see just how dead it looks.

he said getting furious. "My point exactly, how does her being divorce and marry me again have to do anything with business?" I said crossing my arms over my chest. "Well, this is just so wrong. It's not natural." he said again. "Again, define natural." "She marries so young and the get divorce and is now married again with the same person. What happens when you two divorce again?" he said. "You didn't answer my question yet, define nature." I said in a loud voice, his stupid ranting was making me lose my mind.

Karl questioned, gently placing his palms on my cheeks. I nodded as we both held each other's faces. He waited with his brows furrowed for me to explain. "Of course, I love you, Karl, and you haven't let me finish explaining," I replied. "What more is there to say? It's not going to happen," Karl interrupted in exasperation. I took his hand and guided him back to the bed. I placed my hand on his thigh. "Listen, Karl, our marriage had a rocky start. I need a clean slate. Divorce can be a fresh start for us. There's no need to be sad; we can get married again."

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband, Julian Calloway, told me he had been reborn and wanted a divorce. “Three months from now, I’ll go bankrupt. You’ll work yourself to death helping me pay off my debts, and you’ll die young. “This time, I absolutely refuse to drag you down with me. Take this $9,000,000. We’ll get divorced—” Before he could finish, I picked up the pen and signed. “Fine. Just transfer the money to my account.” That evening, while I was gathering my things from the living room, I overheard Julian’s secretary, Naomi Foster, speaking smugly through his phone. “I can’t believe she’s actually that stupid. How did she ever get into Harvard? “You made up some ridic

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man. Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock. Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt for me. "Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?" "To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..." I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed my wife's number, begging her to come and clear things up. But she chose to defend the other man and coldly berated me in front of everyone: "There's nothing between us. I'm warning you for th