Novel & Cerita Mission To Remarry

Weston and I stare at each other as we let those flippant words sink in. “Would that be a bad thing? I mean, he only has what? Three nieces? Sawyer’s pregnant with her second kid and about to be divorced. Remi is married. The only other niece is Carley. Our girl.” “Do you think Carley would marry me? I mean, she has a choice of which one of us she would want to have on paper.” “We could also get married in Singapore. Are any of us Muslim?” He asks seriously, but I can’t help but to snort and laugh.

In this one, I made the same choice and became an officer again. Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose and said indifferently, "So, what do you want?" I gathered my courage. "After the mission, will you marry me?" The system nearly exploded in my head. "Oh my God, we did it! Mission complete! I'm finally getting promoted!" Ryan's deep, dark eyes mirrored my reflection, and the faint furrow of his brows revealed his displeasure. I took a deep breath, lowered my head, and waited quietly for the rejection I needed to hear.

Jake was wearing the suit I designed for him and the diamond ring I picked out for him, but he was not marrying me. He pressed a hand to his temple irritably. “I already told you, I’m just helping her recover. Can you be a little more understanding?” My heart clenched. I still remembered the moment the system’s deadline notification appeared. I begged him desperately, “Jake, if I don’t marry you this time, I’ll die. Can you please come register the marriage with me?”

Oblivious of what I was going through, she continued speaking. "Anyway, now that that woman is dead, when do you think you can remarry? And this time, it has to be to a woman that suits your status, especially one that can give me a grandchild." I squeezed my eyes shut and then flexed my neck. My breathing had increased, along with the beating of my heart. I opened my eyes once more and silently counted to ten before I replied. "I was in the middle of a meeting. I'll call you back when I deem it fit to." And then I cut the call.

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.

Raymond called, and I turned back to my own breakfast, which had been served without my knowledge. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Will asked. “It is nothing.” I replied, taking a mug of steaming tea to my lips. “What’s the meeting about?” John asked. “Right. What are you both planning on doing now?” Genevieve asked. “Are we going to have to tell the public that a couple who were married less than two months ago are now divorced, and the bride is remarrying—Remarrying the Uncle of the man she divorced?” Mira asked, impatiently.

"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.

Rhea tried her best to not think of Jason and focus on the beautiful event that was her friend's wedding. "Aurora Rose Wesley, my wife, my princess, my queen, on this day one year ago I made a commitment to you on our wedding day, I want to renew that commitment, I promise to be good to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, I will love and honor you all the days of my life." As Nate said those words, Rhea almost melted like butter, there was so much love in the words and Rhea wished for someone to love her that much, surprisingly when she thought of love, the first name she thought of was Jason's.

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.

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?”