My Ex Wife Remarried Me Novels & Stories

I needed to show her that I wasn't going anywhere and that I was willing to stand by her through all of this, for better or worse, like I had promised in our wedding vowels. As I was contemplating the future of my marriage, a text message came through on my cell phone. I glanced down to see who it was from, thinking, well, hoping that it was my wife. I'd hoped that maybe she needed me to grab something while I was out, but as I looked over, the name I saw dropped my stomach. It was my ex wife Stacey, whom I had recently been spending a lot of time with in the city. I knew I shouldn't be doing it, but I found it hard to talk to Rozelynn these days, and Stacey was always more than happy to lis

But she thought, she had already given birth to a chubby son for Cesar, and with her son, the prosperity and wealth in the second half of her life would be guaranteed. Who knows? Throughout, Cesar never divorced his original spouse! Abby was furious, "Cesar, you lied to me! Didn't you say you were going to divorce her? What do you mean now? You married me, so why are you going back to her!" She thought that Cesar's affair was with that young and beautiful vixen, little did she know that this "other woman" was actually his ex-wife. How ironic! Cesar coldly said, "I also want to ask you, what good deed did you do while carrying me!"

He had just drained his glass and was pleased to be replenished. “Why would I feel strange?” I asked, taking a careful sip of my own drink. His smile tilted knowingly. “Your ex-husband is getting remarried before you. That is not a good look for a former Luna. It would have been nicer if I had come to your engagement party.” I stiffened, the words landing with more weight than I wanted to admit. For a moment, I almost liked him less. I had always appreciated his candor, but tonight it felt like a knife slid just beneath my ribs.

"You think you have everything now. Don't you realize how you used to be?" While I flinched, Watson continued, "This is why I never agreed to you marrying Kale. You said you had high standards, but you didn't realize... you were nothing, Yvonne. "Now you can have everything because Theo is by your side. What if he wasn't? Well, you'd just be another woman on the street." Every word Watson said stabbed me. My memory instantly replayed the moment five years ago, when the betrayal from my husband and family hit me hard. I had tried so hard to forget all that, but Watson stirred up my bad memories.

I rubbed my stomach as I kept laughing. There was no way I was going back to that house. I tapped the search bar on my phone in a bid to look for cheap accommodation. I stared at the top stories column with blurred vision. The one at the top position read “Billionaire Eliott Wisconsin's Marriage Invitation.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and tapped on it. The photos popped up and I almost lost my balance. Right there was my dear husband who I divorced a few hours ago wrapping his arms around my sister's waist. Her left hand was raised and on the fourth finger laid a beautiful ring. I tapped on a video and I cried as I watched the video. They announced their wedding in a video which was uplo

She turned fully this time. “Reintroduce?” she repeated. I nodded. “They knew Miriam as my wife,” I said carefully. “And you as my ex wife.” Her expression shifted slightly. “I need to fix that,” I continued. “Properly. No confusion this time.” She studied me for a second. “I know you’re grateful,” she said slowly, “but is that really necessary?” “It is,” I replied firmly. “I need to rewrite my wrongs.” She exhaled softly.

It wouldn’t even cross my mind. “Mary is no longer in my house. I kicked her out,” he said. I don’t know what he thought I would do with that information. Even though I wanted him to kick Mary out of the house, he didn’t do it when we were married. He didn’t do it when I asked nicely. He didn’t do it when we lost our child. And now he is doing it after I have left, gotten remarried, and I am in a happy place. Isn’t that what we call a man who has no direction?

“I just can’t let her go. I need her back in my life. I know I fucked up. I wish... I wish I knew back then what I know now." "But you are married now, aren't you?" he reminded me. “Don’t remind me,” I snapped at him. Just thinking about Blair made my blood boil. “She’s a nightmare. Always challenging me, talking back, acting like she’s my equal. The only reason I married her is her father’s business connections. That merger is the only thing keeping my company afloat right now.” “So you regret what you did to your ex-wife?” Scott asked.

While I stepped inside the house, I had just gotten married three months ago, after being dumped by my ex, who said she was no longer interested in me. So now, I'm still adjusting to life with my wife because I find it hard to stop thinking about my ex even after what she has done to me. Although the wife I just married has a daughter named Serena, I'm still okay with it. The house was quiet, with only the soft hum of the working air conditioning. I took off my tie as I headed to my bedroom to take a quick shower and have something to eat, since I was hungry. I quickly grabbed my laptop and headed upstairs. I took the stairs two at a time.

Blake had planned her return for weeks; he had paid for her flight, and he had even created a fake story to make me feel sorry for her. He hadn't just brought his mistress back; he had staged a whole play to bring her into our home while I was still his wife. But that wasn't the worst part. I flipped to the last page in the folder and saw a legal document that made my heart shatter into a million pieces. It was an amendment to our marriage contract, signed by Blake and his father months ago. It stated that if I were to ever leave Blake, or if he divorced me for "instability," I would not