Mission To Remarry Novels & Stories

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?”

"You mean to let me and Alina remarry?" Mr. Quitman glared at him: "What, do you want to marry Maddy?" Maddy, he didn't want to marry, but remarrying Alina was also not allowed. "I want to marry someone else, but you said, Let me remarry Alina, this is not allowed."

“You were brought into this family for a reason, Delilah. You didn’t just fall into our lives. You were chosen. And now you’re going to fulfill that purpose.” “Please,” I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Please don’t do this. Whatever you think—whatever you’ve planned—I can’t. I can’t be a part of this.” His eyes softened, almost pitying. “You don’t understand. I had to remarry. I had to endure Estelle’s voice, her touch, her presence, because Agatha’s body was failing and I had no choice. But now… now I can finally fix what was broken. I can have my wife back. And you are going to make that possible.”

“How are you planning to thank me?” She had only meant it as a polite remark, but his deliberate response left her momentarily stunned. Seeing her frown in thought, a smile appeared in Samuel’s eyes. “Why don’t we remarry once all of this is settled?” Remarry. Natalie looked at him. There was no hint of jest in his eyes. His expression was serious. “I want to marry you again.” Get married once more. Start over. Become a loving couple like any other. “Let’s talk about it later,” she replied distractedly and turned away.

Was this really happening? “Avery,” King began, his voice steady but full of emotion. “We’ve been through more than most people can handle—just you, me, and now our two little munchkins, who have turned life into something I never even imagined. We’ve walked separate paths, made some mistakes, and still, we found our way back to each other. And every step apart just made me realize how empty life is without you by my side. I don’t want to go another day without calling you my wife—again. Will you remarry me, and let’s keep making this wild, beautiful journey together?” There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation. “Yes,” I said, my voice cracking with joy. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

She expressed and I was shook. “I met up with Miss Louisiana the other day and she told me what happened with Miss Nina and called me to inform me of your reaction to what she narrated to you. She has left the country now and maybe she wasn't even the one for you, but like I said, I'm going to make it my mission to make sure you're happy before I leave. And only if you're happy, would you be invited to my wedding.” She stated the last sentence sternly and rather than being angry or irritated at her words, or at her audacity, I found myself laughing.

“No excuses. You’ve crossed every line. We’ve already made arrangements.” Ximara’s chest tightened. “You’re going to marry Remus,” Carin continued. “The man you ran away from. A respectable man. You’ll settle down, clean up this mess, and restore what you’ve ruined.” “Marry Remus?” Ximara echoed, disbelief flooding her voice. “Are you insane?” Ryan stepped forward. “This isn’t a discussion. You’ve brought enough shame on us. You either do this, or you’re done.” The threat landed like a blow.

After we remarried, I became the absolute perfect husband in Zoe’s eyes. When she stayed out all night, I stopped calling to check up on her. When she went to parties and ended up in passionate kisses with other men, I turned a blind eye and kept my mouth shut. Even at a high school reunion, when someone teased her and asked if her biggest regret was not marrying the school heartthrob, I simply smiled and smoothed things over for her. “Honestly, yeah. If I hadn’t clung to her back then, maybe she would be together with the person she truly loved by now.” Hearing that, the woman beside me suddenly panicked. “Are you serious? Won’t you regret losing me?” Regret? I let out a soft laugh.

Only a few words echoed endlessly in his mind— Sarah was going to marry someone else! How could she? How dare she take his son and marry another man? Seeing him freeze in place, Amy began to panic. "Tony, can we finish our wedding ceremony first? We really shouldn't delay any longer." But Tommy said, "Amy, I can't. I have to go find Sarah and bring her back first. She's my brother's widow. How can she just remarry whenever she wants?" A twisted flash crossed Amy's face.

“What we’re trying to say is that what you both had before wasn’t something that should have ended the way it did.” Aurelia’s brows pulled together faintly. “So what does that mean now?” Seth stepped forward at that point, taking a seat beside her. “It means we have a chance to do things differently this time,” he said, his voice soft but firm. Aurelia looked at him properly, searching his face. “You mean… start over?” “Yes,” Seth replied without hesitation. Grandfather continued, not giving the moment too much room to drift. “We believe the best step forward is for both of you to remarry. Properly this time, with everything done the right way and without interference.”