No Remarriage: You Don't Deserve Me の小説・ストーリー

“What did you say again?” “I don't know why you are doing this to me or why you resent me when I have only known you for less than 48 hours. But I deserve to know what this is all about,” “I am going to tell you and you are going to listen carefully. I am doing this to you because you deserve it. Not the advantage of marriage, but the pain and misery that comes with it, and about knowing me? You have a damn phone, search it up and don't be a brainless bimbo,” he spat at me.

Thus, when he proposed conceiving a child via in vitro fertilization, I did not change my mind, even though I knew how much pain I would have to endure. Even during treatment, I never dared to let work slip. The moment each session ended, I returned to the office to follow up on projects. Due to the high stress, I suffered a bout of depression and nearly ended it all. The only reason I clung to life was his promise to marry me. I had pushed through six exhausting months. I thought I'd be welcomed with eternal happiness when I returned to the country. To my surprise, the wedding I've always dreamed of became a reward for someone else.

I am done with married women. The End

The ring on my finger caught the airport lights, flashing unmistakably between us. “I remarried,” I said. “To the love of my life.” His eyes locked onto it like it burned. “I have a husband,” I went on, my voice steady despite the storm in my chest. “A real one. One who chose me. Who protected me. Who didn’t break me and then look for excuses.” He tried to speak, but words failed him. He swallowed hard. “This ends here,” I said. “We will never meet again.” “Velma,” he said, desperation spilling over now.

What have I done to deserve this? June 21, 1985 I decided to end it, to spare you this cursed life. I can’t raise you alone, not after… him. But McCarthy came to my apartment, his face soft, apologetic. “I’m sorry, Margaret,” he said, his voice was smooth. “I was overcome, but I’ll take responsibility. Live with me, and I’ll marry you when we're both ready.” I stared, tears falling, hating him, hating myself. “Why should I trust you?” I spat. He knelt, his eyes pleading. “I love you. I want to give you the life you deserve, build a future with you.” I had no money, no hope. I agreed, my heart dead, praying you’d have a future.

"Are you really that desperate? In such a hurry to replace Jenny?" Dinah stared at Leander in disbelief, her words coming out in a stammer. "L-Leander?" Leander seized her by the throat and yanked her close. "You think you're worthy of Jenny's place? You really think you could ever replace her? She's the only wife I'll ever have. You're just Derek's whore. I was never going to marry you." Dinah thrashed against his grip, her once-alluring face twisting into something vicious. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Dearest Emily, I thought a lot before penning down this letter to you. Tomorrow I am going to get married to Ethan. I know how much pain I have caused you by marrying you and having a baby with you and now separated from you. But I have never regretted it and never will. You will always have a special place in my heart. You are the most beautiful soul I have ever met in my life. I will always treasure you. If anything I am the unlucky one here. Because I did not deserve you or your love. But thanks a ton for giving it to me and taking care of me throughout our marriage. I am beginning a new chapter in life. I know it is difficult for you but I hope you will find someone who will always love

I'm tired of this bullshit. “No, we wouldn't” “Glad we understand each other” “Who's this girl?”, I sighed as I took out my phone to G****e her name, I swear if there are No results in the search of her name. I'm seriously not going to marry her. I can't marry a nobody, a complete stranger. I have a reputation to uphold. “Layla Jones”, he grinned, and I typed in her name on the search bar. Her name sounded oddly familiar though....

“Yeah, so… When he found out I was Valeria, he showed interest, like he wanted to rekindle. He even suggested a remarriage, and it… of course, I didn’t jump at the opportunity, but deep down, it felt good.” “Of course, you were married to this man once.” “That’s not all. When we found out the divorce was never filed, I asked for a divorce, but he refused. He kept treating me like his wife. I fainted, and he sent people to watch over me. I admit it was so…” I wanted to say the right words. “I won’t say romantic, but close. I had a little hope that maybe, just maybe, we could be something. But then…”

I held the microphone, my voice echoing throughout the place. The people around us murmured among themselves, and Celia's face showed a fleeting moment of embarrassment. "Zane, stop it. It’s our wedding today." "You’re realizing that now? I don't want to marry you anymore. You're free. Go marry whoever you want." After saying that, I looked at Shane. "Shane, congratulations, you’ve won. I don't want this woman anymore. I wish you a happy marriage and many children." Of course, I did it on purpose.