No Remarriage: You Don't Deserve Me Novels & Stories

It showed in how he let me get humiliated last night. Staying married will only make me look more pathetic and weak than I already seemed. I didn't even want to think about how people thought of me, the media, the public. They would all paint me as a poor girl who married into this family for money. My phone rang, jolting me out of my depressing thoughts. I cleared my throat and exhaled before picking up. “Hello?” I spoke softly.

Of course, Amelia, how could I forget that I have a friend now? "Hello,” I answered. “So you are still alive, Jenna, why didn't you reach out?” said the very angry Amelia. “I am so sorry; it is just that I have a lot going on right now,” I said. Where was the lie? I indeed got married to Adrien Lockwood and got signed into Denvers; that is a lot if you ask me. "Oh, okay, I understand. With your divorce and everything going on, it will take you some time to adjust,” she said in an understanding tone.

Ash gets up from my bed and carves his face with a hand as he processes my words. Even to my ears, I sound like a whiny little bitch, and I hate myself for it, but what can I do? Lie to myself and to him? ‘Choose him’ just because he’s the only one who didn’t leave? Marry him even knowing that I will never get over Cain? No. It’s not fair to him. “This would be happening with Cain too, if it were you who left,” I add, because it’s necessary for me that he knows, “I couldn’t be with him without you, either. That’s why I’m coming to the conclusion that I simply don’t deserve either of you.”

I breathed out. “I want us to get remarried the right way this time. Instead of in a courthouse, I want to marry you in front of our family and friends. I am not asking for a divorce because I want us to be over. I just want to give you the wedding you deserve and have it so I can stand in front of everyone and tell them how much I love you.”

"You know one thing. I am done with you." "I think I am done with this bullshit of yours. Firstly you convinced me to marry her and now You are asking me to stay away from her. let the world know about our marriage?? Really?? Do you think I am a puppet?? All these times I used to bear your nonsense just because I love you. But this is too much. You really don't deserve to be in my life. You really don't deserve any loyalty or love. It's over between us. Get lost and don't you ever show me your face.

He has me on hand to donate straight away. Our marriage is like a cruel joke. What did I ever do to deserve to be treated like an object, a mere thing? I deserve happiness, passion and love just like anyone else. I am overwhelmed and exhausted with this latest sting of humiliation. His cold indifference to me, hardly even acknowledging me in the house or at work. Everyone talks about it, I know they gossip. They can’t help themselves.

Finally, she sniffed and turned over to lie on her side. “I understand why you don't want to marry me. I guess I don't deserve to be happy or loved. My parents didn't love me; that's why they sent me to that orphanage and never bothered to come back for me. And you're also going to leave me to die alone. Maybe I truly don't deserve to be happy."

"That's her. All of that is her." "That's not a reason to ask someone to stay." "I know." I looked at the image again. "She deserves someone who chose her from the beginning. I didn't. I put her in a contract and handed her a list of duties and told her not to expect anything real." I exhaled. "I don't know how to ask her to believe I see her differently now without it sounding like desperation." "Maybe it is desperation." "Maybe." "The question is whether it's only that." James stood. "Figure it out tonight. And Damien, whatever you say to her, means it. She'll know if you don't."

“Amara—” “I want to speak,” I said. The microphones shifted in my direction. I took a breath. “I didn’t marry Lucas Blackwood for money. I married him because I was given no choice.” A murmur spread. “But I stayed,” I continued, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me, “because I believed there was more to this marriage than paper and signatures.” I looked at Lucas then. “And I am still deciding if that belief was a mistake.” The silence that followed was deafening.