My Ex Wife Remarried Me Novels & Stories

I said, trying my best to hold back my tears as I slid Easton's ring down his finger. “I, Easton Grey, do take you, Mirabella Brookwood to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for the rest of my life, till death do us apart.” My face was already a crying mess by this time and I didn't care anymore. I still couldn't believe how far we had come from our first meeting after my return, up until this very moment. If anyone had told me that I would remarry this man in the end, I would have laughed so hard at that person, and yet here I was, doing the very last thing I had told myself I would do after my return.

Life is just full of pros and cons and everyone has one or two problems to tackle. Sofia: Has your ex-husband remarried? Patricia: yes. Sofia: And you? Patricia: no. Sofia: Why? Is it difficult to move on? Or do you still have feelings for him and want him back? Patricia: I moved on a long time ago. He is remarried because he already has someone I believe he deserves. I don’t want him back and I will remarry once I find a man who is worthy of my love.

“Whether you are with my child or not, I have always planned to do this. Apologize to you in the right way. And ask you to be mine again.” To avoid spilling the tears behind my eyes again, I turn my gaze away. “I can't marry you again, Richard. How do I tell people that I remarried my ex-husband? I am not even sure how to tell people about my pregnancy. I'm not sure I am ready for this…” Pain ravages his face.

He nods and darts his eyes towards her. “Jessica… my girlfriend. Jessica Williams is back,” he announces without any atom of shame. “Remember the agreement we had? Now that Jessica is back, we should get a divorce so I can marry her.” Jessica Williams? How could Ellodie have forgotten? She takes another step backward, tears welling up in her eyes and lumps upon lumps getting stuck in her throat. She shakes her head, desperately wanting to say something. To fight for them. To keep her marriage intact. To tell him they are expecting a baby.

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

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

“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.