Mission To Remarry Novels & Stories

“Meimei, love, your father and I are going to have a special ceremony—a mating ceremony.” Her eyes grew wide with excitement, and she bounced in my lap. “Are you getting married?” She looked between us with wonder. “But aren’t you already married?” Visaris chuckled, reaching over to tousle her hair. “In a way, yes, little one. But this ceremony is a renewal of our vows, a chance for us to honor our love with you by our side.” Meimei's face lit up, and she threw her arms around both of us. “Can I be a part of it? Please?”

Most of them gave me dirty and envious looks while others smiled warmly. The officiant cleared his throat with intense passion beside me, pulling my attention away from the congregation. His loud voice echoed in the hall. "We have gathered here today to join these two souls in Holy matrimony." I think I noticed a Jamaican accent there. I quickly handed my bouquet to Kate as the procession began.

"Don't worry, Carter. This time, I won't disturb you two at all." Carter studied me with suspicion for a moment. It wasn't until I had the door open and one foot out that he raised his voice, a note of urgency creeping in. "We remarry on the 20th of next month. Don't forget your position as Mrs. Throne." My steps faltered for a second. What a coincidence. The escape I had so meticulously planned was set for the 20th as well.

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.

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.

After I signed, Calvin quickly tucked the divorce papers away. The others traded looks, grinning like their little plan had paid off. That was when I finally got it. Tonight's reunion had been set up for me. On the screen behind Calvin, something flashed across the display. Only I could see it. Two red words: [Mission Failed.] The System's voice slammed into my head. [Target has initiated divorce intent.] [Marriage duration required to clear life debt: seven full years.]

Why would I even explain it to her? “That's why I hate marriage,” She murmured but still heard it. “Is that why you acted like you did not give a shit about our marriage, but deep inside, you're killing me?” “How did you know?” “Instinct.” After failing my first marriage, I swore not to get married again. But my marriage with Dante was a complete lie, and I do not have any choice. It's my only way to live. “Yeah, I love Dante more than you do.” She said out of the blue while letting out a small laugh.

“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.”

"I see. Well, the legal contracts will need to specify custody arrangements and parental rights. Since you're legally married to someone else, there may be complications—" "My lawyers will handle it," I said curtly. "What's the next step?" We spent another hour reviewing surrogate profiles, medical procedures, timelines. Emma took notes, asked questions, played the role of supportive family member perfectly. By the time we left, my head was pounding. "Lunch?" Emma suggested. "We should celebrate." "I need to get back to the office." "Damien." She touched my arm. "When's the last time you took a break? You're running yourself into the ground."