Mission To Remarry Novels & Stories

“Why, Evan? Why go through all the trouble of dragging me back into your life when you already have someone? What’s the point of this entire charade?” I couldn’t deny it, Mirabelle was my betrothed. Not by choice. Not by love. But by arrangement...an old, ugly one rooted in obligation and convenience. One I never agreed to, but never exactly ended either. But none of that was something I wanted to discuss with Katie yet. Not now. Not like this. “There’s nothing for you to worry about when it comes to Mirabelle,” I said in a low tone, hoping it would cal her down. Katie scoffed. “Nothing to worry about? I doubt that. Because the last time I checked, your ‘nothing to worry about’ was ready to

He cleared his throat and positioned his seat properly to continue his speech. "Alright, let's go now." Grace was stunned. "Leave? Now? Where are you going?" "To the registry office, of course. We need to have a state-recognized marriage certificate." "Right now?" Grace still couldn't believe it was this soon. "Do we have to wait for the hospital to postpone your mom's surgery because you haven't paid the bill? I don't want to regret it because you might change your mind," Noah answered firmly as he stood up. He also extended his hand to Grace and said, "Come on, let's go now!"

Sydney froze for a while before she moved the corner of her mouth, "Re... Remarry?" Julien hurriedly nodded. In fact, his ultimate goal wasn't getting back together with Sydney but remarrying her. Only when they remarried would he be successful in pursuing her. And he wouldn't have to worry that someone would covet her. Sydney stared at him speechlessly. She knew what he was thinking clearly, but hearing his words, she was indeed stunned. 'We have just gotten back together for less than ten minutes. How could he think about remarriage? It's too fast.'

Soo-Yun nodded at them and left them alone. *_*_*_*_*_*_ "Why do you want to meet me?" Jun-Sang said coldly. She smiled and held his hand. Haneul caressed his hand, and she felt something. Her gaze landed on his wedding ring. Haneul smiled and glanced back at Jun-Sang, who was staring at her emotionlessly. "I missed you, Jun-Sang. That's why I wanted to meet you." Haneul said with teary eyes. Jun-Sang passed her a tissue box. She took out one tissue paper and glanced at him again. "I am married now. Soo-Yun is my wife now." He reminded her straight at Haneul's face with no regret. "So she was the one always." She chuckled and looked away. Jun-Sang looked at his mobile and checked the time. I

The light of a new beginning. We stood there, hand in hand, surrounded by the history of our people, surrounded by the truth we had carried so far, surrounded by the future we had helped to create. We had come so far. From a contract marriage we never wanted. From a life of secrets and silence. From the fall of the Sanctuary. From the long journey across sea, land, and mountain. We had lost so much. But we had gained everything. We found each other. We found our purpose. We found the truth.

He wanted to calm down and consummate the marriage after getting to know her well. With this chance of rebirth, he insisted on choosing me despite the accusation of being ungrateful. During the first few days of our marriage, he did not touch me because he was afraid of sacrificing, and I would have difficulties remarrying if I got pregnant. I hugged him tightly and called him a fool. The next day, Flora arrived early, accompanied by Elaine. She arrogantly walked in front and shouted as soon as she entered, "Sally, come out! I want my husband back!"

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.

I stand alone in the hallway, staring at Emma Morrison's memorial plaque. Eight years old. Blonde curls. Blue eyes. A sister Daniel couldn't save. And Ava—four years old, blonde curls, blue eyes. The daughter of a woman who's teaching everyone around her that love means risk. My phone buzzes. Elena: ‘I can't marry him. I can't do it.’ I type back: ‘I know. Come over. Bring wine.’ Another buzz. ‘I failed myself. Again.’ ‘You may have slipped but you’re still moving forward. Now come over before I eat all the good stuff without you.’

I guided 3,600 souls across the River Styx. I endured the fires of Hell 3,600 times on behalf of the rich and powerful. I turned down 3,600 offers from the King of Hell to be reborn into a life of wealth and privilege. Finally, after I earned enough merit, the King of Hell allowed me to return to the day of my father’s wedding. I shoved my way through the guests and screamed until my voice gave out. “Dad! Don’t marry her!”

"Your suggestion is tempting. I've always regretted not being by your side during your pregnancy. I wasn't there to take care of you properly, or to fulfill the responsibilities of a husband after the birth. "I missed out on so many precious memories in our lives. If you were to get pregnant again, I'd cherish it with all my heart. "But there's one condition, Ariana. Will you remarry me?"