Mission To Remarry Novels & Stories

Maybe there is still hope for that wedding I was planning after all. The intercom buzzed for an incoming call. When I answered, I heard Matthew’s voice on the other end, informing me that Spence had arrived. He was outside my door, waiting to be ushered in. “Tell him to meet us in the conference room.” A few minutes later, we are sitting around the conference table, talking about my conditions. “You can’t remarry my daughter.” Donny Ferguson’s rejection echoes on the four walls of the conference room. “You had your chance and you blew it.” He added.

I said, then without another second, I signed, my fingers gripping tighter to the pen as if I was afraid if I let go it would fall from my hands. “A remarriage works best even. That way we can start out fresh.” I heard Rodrigo comment, but I didn’t respond. Done. I placed them back in the envelope and looked at my wristwatch; it was still just two. “I’ll file them with the court. Could you watch the kids for me?” I asked. I needed to do this myself. Also, with Rodrigo watching them, I wouldn’t be that worried.

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

Rory said to her husband and Rhea could detect the slight shake in her voice, she could tell her friend was nervous, but she could also tell that Rory was being sincere, she loved Nate as much as he loved her. "We will now exchange rings," the priest said. "Aurora, my wife, Remember the ring I gave you one year ago as a sign of my love and fidelity, which I renew today with this ring. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen." "Nate, my husband Remember the ring I gave you one year ago as a sign of my love and fidelity, which I renew today with this ring. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen."

It was strawberry-flavored, and I ended up in the hospital with a severe allergic reaction. That day, James wept until his eyes were swollen. He knelt by my hospital bed and slapped himself. “I didn’t know you were allergic to strawberries, Wendy! I swear I’ll never forget again.” That was exactly ten years ago. He completely forgot. I said calmly, “You even forgot about my allergies. Is it that hard to admit you don’t love me anymore? Let’s just get divorced, James.” His stance was firm. “Can’t you give me another chance for Max’s sake?”

"What nonsense surrender? Why do you still think he is looking for you? Take that thought off your mind. He probably doesn't know you. If he wanted to find you, since he is that powerful, he would have found you many years ago." "Noah and I had a contract marriage, in case you have forgotten. It was a two year contract and I signed that. I also promised not to do anything to tarnish his image. I sent him divorce papers after a year and half. Why won't he be mad? I have a feeling he has been looking for me all these years. Imagine he finds out I have a child out of wedlock? Common going back to United States is totally out of the plan. I can't and that's final." "Fine. Let's say, he was and i

So somehow, I came up with a new deal. "Miss Emma. I have a new proposal for you". I saw her expression change that instant. But I ignored it. "I want you to marry me with no condition at all. You and I together forever. What do you say? " She stood up immediately. And declined. "No. I can't. I only agreed to this deal because I wanted a Father for my Daughter. And that for just two years. I want nothing more Please, sir. Don't forget that this is a contract marriage and not a love marriage"

"To five more years until we get the Hamptons and Tuscany." "To proving Victoria's final test right." They drank. Then Dominic set down his glass. "Marry me." Elena blinked. "We're already married." "I know. But marry me again. For real this time. We are doing this because we want to, not because of a contract, a will, or Victoria's games. "That's the same thing as staying married." "No. Staying married is passive. It's not making a different choice. Remarrying—having a ceremony where we choose each other with no obligation—that's active. That's deliberate."

Until she spoke again, “Let’s get back together, continue dating, and if you want to remarry, I’m okay with that too.” If later he found her boring or got tired of her, he could take the initiative to ask for a divorce and hold the upper hand, so he wouldn’t cling to her so stubbornly. “Are you serious?” Caleb couldn’t hide his excitement and grabbed her hand. “We can remarry?” Whitney nodded. “Yes.” “But I’m going to Jisaston, I don’t know if we can process the remarriage there.” Caleb would find a way. He might not even have to go to Jisaston.

Remarrying would be nearly impossible. The Yates family kept demanding compensation. Jordan and Aubrie refused to get involved, leaving Catherine to handle the consequences herself. A month later, when I saw her again, she looked ten years older. Through trembling lips, she asked if I could give her another chance. I said, "I told you on our wedding day. If you cheat once, there's no going back. People must pay the price for their choices." Then I turned away from her lingering stare, walked toward my parents, and stepped into my new life. The end.