No Remarriage: You Don't Deserve Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Your moment of weakness was lying to me while sneaking around with her? Your moment of weakness was letting her wear my wedding ring and live in our home? Your moment of weakness was standing there, doing nothing, while she humiliated me?" I pointed to the scar on my forehead, my voice trembling with anger. "Adrian, look at this scar! She cut me with the hand wearing my wedding ring! The house you let her live in? I bought it with my betrothal gift! The money you used to start your company? I took it from my own family to help you! And now you tell me it was just a moment of weakness?" Every word landed like a blade, cutting through my own heart even as it tore away his last layer of denial

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

He was silent for a while,as he looked at her expression. Then he said, “This is because he always comes around you and I see the familiarity between you both.” “Yes there is a familiarity, because I was once married to him, but I assure you David, I can never go back to Ray,not because of anything ,but because,the way he made my life miserable.” “I can't give up the life I have with you now for Ray ,it is peaceful,quiet, sweet and it is just the type of family I have been craving for all my life ,so no matter how you push me around I will not give up on you David.”

"I love him. Do you understand me? I love him. He's my life. I just ... I just can't ... I just can't stop ... THIS." "I know, Amb," he said softly. "It's kinda like a drug, isn't it? I mean, I remember when you got engaged and you said we had to stop, that we'd only do it once more. Then, a month later, it was just one more time. Then a few weeks later, that was it ... no more. We both promised. We kept promising ... but we couldn't stop. Hell, we pledged that it was the very last time when we did it in the waiting room right before you walked down the aisle. But I can't stop. I can't stay away from you ... from this..."

But he forgot one thing, something he forgot to mention. A few days passed, and I started to feel uneasy. Knowing his personality, once he managed to appease me, he should have swiftly brought up the topic of remarriage. But several days went by without any movement. I couldn't help but feel suspicious. Did this guy think that the current situation, living together under the shadow of divorce, was exciting? Or perhaps, because of my recent difficulties, he had changed his mind. I found myself unable to speak up. I could easily talk about divorce, but suggesting remarriage felt like losing face. This matter gradually became a weight on my chest, making me incredibly uncomfortable.

If only he knew then definitely he would have never tried to set up my wedding with anyone. A person like me doesn’t deserve all this. I had done terrible things which are hard to forget. That pain, that guilt, that agony was not something to forget. They had trapped my heart. The woman with the heart of gold will never be able to mend my broken soul. "Look at yourself Rehan. You're the most eligible bachelor blessed with the perfect look and all the riches. Anyone would die to marry you but still at the age of twenty-seven, you're single. But I am not complaining, I am actually glad that you are single because if anyone deserves to be your wife then it's Mayra, only her."

Because what kind of Mom would make this disgusting decision? Oh, I forgot. I don't deserve to be called Mom anymore. I'm a killer. ---

Charlotte had expected that Christian would say such a thing and thus, she was not surprised when she heard his obnoxious statement. "Listen Christian, I'm happy you survived and I'm happy that you regained your memories, I truly am. But, we cannot be together ever again." "Why?!" Christian exclaimed. "Well in case you haven't noticed, I'm married," Charlotte pointed out. Christian reached forward and grabbed her shoulder causing her to gasp in fear. "That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone."

"Do I deserve you?" Why do you care so much about me? I literally have nothing but this restaurant. I don't have a large house, so I sleep in the locker room. I don't have a mother or a father. I'm not as wealthy as you. I don't know how to drive, I don't know how to cook, I don't know how to take care of others, I don't know how to speak to others respectfully, I don't know how to leave a club without being wasted. if I'm in your life, I'm a mistake or an error in your perfect wonderful existence. Do you still desire someone like me?"

I ordered without beating around the bush. "Why should I? Or are you trying to tell me that your little wife can't satisfy you?" I knew what she wanted. She wanted to see me desperate, she wanted me to beg and apologize for what happened at the wedding. But there was no way I was going to apologize to her, she wasn't worth it!. "I have other women who are ready to be in Your position right now. You are in no place to give conditions. Strip!" I had no time to play games with her.