Romans & histoires Mission To Remarry My Unbeatable Ex Wife

"Remarry? With whom?" Cade raised his voice. "With Calista?" "Remarrying refers to getting back with one's ex-wife. If it's a different person, it's called a second marriage," replied Lucian in a disdainful manner. Cade sneered. The emotions he'd been suppressing for all these while suddenly ignited as there was not a single movement at the study door he'd left slightly ajar. "Anyways, I won't be giving any dowry."

Mallory was still trying to persuade me when Ruth walked in arm in arm with Peter. “Will, it took me three hours and one minute to find Peter. A bet is a bet, so we should postpone the remarriage.” Right in front of everyone, she took down our wedding photo and tossed it into the trash. A wave of shocked gasps swept through the venue. Her dismissive attitude instantly turned the crowd’s sympathy toward me into ridicule. The dignified heir of the Dauchy family had somehow become a man others could humiliate without restraint. Seeing the provocation written all over Peter’s face, I scoffed. “Ruth, how about we make a bet too? Let’s see whether you will lose our tenth remarriage. The wager is y

Love found us, we found love and, in our love, in our marriage, we’ve conquered all, even death. I stared at my beautiful kids and whole family and think back to my marriage to Jordan. Then to the second time we had taken the vow. He had asked for us to remarry since the circumstances we got married under was filled with lies and manipulation. And just like a dream wedding he gave me the first time, he did the same the second. Thinking back to those two weddings and all that had happened so far. My life was fulfilled, it was whole, my journey on earth was a mission well accomplished.

"Aren't you the expert? You have decades of business knowledge. I am just learning that business now. By the way, have you taken care of the divorce papers with your wife, so you can remarry?" He scowled, “What does it matter to you about me getting divorced or remarried. If I don't want to remarry and will never divorce her, what do you want?" I shrugged, "I'm just reminding you. Instead of feeling lonely without a woman, it's better to remarry, right?" His body turned to face me, "Are you still after her?" "Whether I target her or not is none of your business, Dad." I stood up annoyed. I only want the best for Beatrice. Let her escape from her marital status. She can remarry. If she become

“If I could rewrite our story, I would. If I could trade my life to take back the pain I gave you, I would. But since I can’t, I am asking for one last chance. One.” His voice broke at that word, and he gripped the podium harder, his knuckles white. “In three days’ time,” he continued, drawing a sharp breath, “I will stand before a priest, before the world, and I will organize a remarriage ceremony. Not for the cameras. Not for fame. For you, Amara.”

In the end all of this was just because I am the Alpha's daughter, who he would end up killing in five years… My head hurts just from the thought of everything. How foolish of me to think I was in love with a man who loves me the same way. How foolish of me to have given everything when I never got anything in return aside from being betrayed and left to bleed to death. But not with this second chance given to me! “I don't care what you do or why you chose him, we agreed on getting married,” his voice echoed. “Just call off your wedding with Alpha Azriel and—”

I thought that today would be good, and after sharing the news of our miracle baby, Marcus and I would clock in early and head out to celebrate. Little did I expect to see his first love, coming back into his life and ruining my years of marital bliss. “There is something that I need to tell you.” Marcus's voice was gentle and his eyes warm and cautious. I wanted to scold him, stop him from speaking, but in real life, I stood still, waiting for him to speak. “I want a divorce.”

He tilted his head at me, studying me like a predator, his prey. Artemis, who was my ex-husband's step-brother, has always had a thing for me. He was an illegitimate child that was only a Demonté by name but had his heart captured by I because I was the only one who didn't treat him like he was trash. He was in love with me and had confessed to me a few times

I was done with their expectations and their failed attempts at arranging my life. From this day forward, I would forge my own path, and no one would stand in my way. The fire of revenge burned bright within me, and I would stop at nothing to protect what was rightfully mine. As I drove back to the mansion, tears streamed down my face, blurring the road ahead. A sense of defeat and desolation washed over me, suffocating me. Kelvin's betrayal was a blow I never saw coming, a wound that cut deep into my soul. I had thought our marriage was a union of two imperfect people working towards a better future, but now I realized I was alone in that endeavor.

Of course, Amelia, how could I forget that I have a friend now? "Hello,” I answered. “So you are still alive, Jenna, why didn't you reach out?” said the very angry Amelia. “I am so sorry; it is just that I have a lot going on right now,” I said. Where was the lie? I indeed got married to Adrien Lockwood and got signed into Denvers; that is a lot if you ask me. "Oh, okay, I understand. With your divorce and everything going on, it will take you some time to adjust,” she said in an understanding tone.