روايات وقصص ضمن My Sweet Second Marriage Full

The first marriage, his return to Fiona, Aiden and Amelia, James, our family feud that almost broke apart, so many. At some point, we gave up on each other but fate, fate still brought us back and here we were,exchanging vows with a wide smile like teenagers who were given the permission to go out and have fun. Our second marriage I could say was the best. I felt complete. I had Justin back, Aiden and Amelia were by my side, a symbol of mine and Justin's love. Adding to all of that, my own family, my sister and mother were with me.

Then her eyes darted towards her face and her husband's. She was smiling in there. Aside from that, there's a slight smile etching on Tan's lips. His hand on her waist. Tan looked like he was holding her like he was telling the world she was his. Again. Elaine smiled at the thought. Not caring where her hope would take her. It doesn't matter. As long as she was with him. There were so many articles about second marriages that she had come across. According to it, second marriages are more likely to fail. But remarrying the same spouse tells a different story. Somehow, Elaine was holding on to that.

she smiles sweetly. “How’s my son in law?” she asked with a wide smile “His okay but the reason I am here today is him.” I say to her. “What’s wrong baby?” she asked and her sweet voice makes me want to cry. “His father arranged marriage for him with some princess and he wants to take me as his second wife.” My mother nods. “That’s good, that means he still loves you.” She says “Mama you don’t get it, his only allowed to take a second wife after 3 years of being married to the princess.” I tell her.

Natalie was stunned for a while before she questioned him back in disbelief, “You don’t even want to marry me. If people were to know, you will be a second-hand man in the future, do you think is ideal?” “Ideal or not, it’s already a fact and there’s nothing to be mindful about. Also…” The frigid man paused before he continued, “Only a second-hand man might be suitable for her.” That person had been married a second time. So, it would not matter even if he married a second time too, right? Moreover, with his position in the Winters’ family, if he did not degrade himself a little, he would not be able to bring her back, right?

He smirks, kisses my temple and then goes back to retrieve the pasta from boiling water. “Why do you always ruin something so sweet with something extra, not sweet.” I blink at him, wiping my face and throwing a kiss on him from behind, recovering from the tenderness and hitting his neck because I am barefoot and he’s not bending for me. Completely blown away by what he has said and know he’s lightening the seriousness of his statement, because neither of us are ready for the M talk yet. Especially not me. How can I marry a guy I can’t even tell I love yet?

“Yeah, no. Try again.” “I said I’m fine.” Bree wasn’t buying it. She walked over, set the champagne down, and placed both hands on my shoulders. “You’re freaking out babe.” “Maybe a little,” I admitted. Bree smirked. “I mean, it’s not every day you get married twice to the same man.” I groaned. “Bree.” “What?” She grinned. “I’m just saying, you and Cristiano are already married. This is just the remix.”

Niccolo said slowly. Casey cupped his face and smiled at him. "I'll always love you, baby. Until now, I couldn't believe that you'll love me. I thought it's impossible for me to have your heart. But I was wrong, you came to me unexpectedly and confessed your love for eternity. My prayers are granted. We're married now. I never knew that I would marry you for the second time," she said, smiling. Niccolo laughed. "I know. Do you want me to marry again, huh?" He asked his wife.

"Actually, our second anniversary is coming up soon." “Two years?” Her voice went up an octave. “You’ve been married for two years and you didn’t tell me? Oh my God, I’m going to throw this soda at you.” “I couldn’t,” I said quickly. “It’s… complicated.” “Complicated?” she repeated, pacing now. “You disappear for a semester, come back living like a Kardashian, and it’s complicated? What kind of sugar daddy situation are you in?” I bit my lip, silent. Her eyes widened. “Oh my God. You do have a sugar daddy as well.” she gasped. "What the fuck are you up to, baby?"

Ignoring Jeremy, she turned to smile at Ryan. “You know, Rye, my last marriage was an absolute failure. Well, essentially, I got married to a f*ckboy.” Madeline’s glistening eyes sneered at Jeremy. “I know you’re a great man, Rye, but that marriage has left me with some ugly scars. “I’ve placed all my passion and feelings throughout my entire life for that man, but he has never even given me a single day of happiness. Nor did he even care if I was happy at all. I don’t think I’d survive another marriage like that, Rye.”

In seconds, I stared down at a black stone twinkling up at me. “I don’t want a perfect life,” he continued. “I don’t want a quiet one. I want ours. With your morning grumbles and cold feet. With your chaos and that awfully sweet, diabetes-inducing coffee.” I laughed through the tears. “It’s not that bad—” “It’s terrible,” he deadpanned, but even that wavered. “And I want it. I want all of it. Elena… will you marry me? Again?” My breath caught in my throat. My heart felt too heavy. “I married you already,” I whispered, raising the ring on my finger to him. “Remember?”