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

He snarled at me, his eyes red. It felt as if my heart had shattered into a million pieces. I stared at him with tears in my eyes as I clutched down in pain. "Who was it that got married and got another woman pregnant in secret? Tell me, who was it?" Wiping my face with the back of my hand, I stood up to face him. "Tell me, you've never really loved me, have you? All these while, I still remain nothing but a game plan to you, don't I? I was wrong. I was so wrong about you, Mariano. You don't deserve me. And maybe that is why your family died. You bring nothing but pain and bad luck. You deserve it. My mom was right about you. You deserve to be left alone in this world, you deserve to suffer

"I don't?" "No, you don't. Because. Well...because I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart. It was scarred and fragile, but I gave it to someone who saw worth in it anyway. A woman who cherished every imperfection and did his best to hold all the fragmented pieces together. I've been walking around without my heart for so many years, I learned to ignore its absence. I became accustomed to the hole in my chest. But I can't ignore the missing part of me any longer. And you can't marry an incomplete man. You deserve a man who still has a heart to give you. So, I'm sorry...but I can't marry you."

I try to speak but no words come out, it only comes out as a squeak. “Taina to be honest; I know this marriage wasn’t what you initially wanted. Even apart from the money, I know you could have walked away before the wedding but you still gave it your all. Sometimes I feel like I’m not deserving of you; and I’m sorry for not treating you better” he says

“Oh, Sasha..” That lump that seems to live in my throat lately grows again and I blink fast to keep from crying right now. “I don't deserve this anymore,” I say, and Ren’s eyes widen and she shakes her head. “Don't try to console me, I don't want to stay married to him, I hate what this marriage has turned into.” “Umm, Sasha..” she coughs, her gaze fixed over my shoulder.

And I mean it this time. 'You don't deserve her. Neither does she deserve you…' It's over, Jasper; it's time to move on. You already got what you wanted…Stop needlessly clinging to her. And… …don’t love her anymore… ‘Especially if love and respect exists between the two of you, I’m sure you’ll be fine’ ‘Let’s get married, Jasper. Let’s show them…what they…who they wasted…this…we don’t deserve any of this…’

"I just think… he might truly regret it." "He deserves it," Damian's voice was devoid of emotion. "When he publicly rejected you two years ago, did he consider your feelings?" "Now that he regrets it, why should you forgive him?" "Elena," Damian cupped my face. His kisses landed on my brow, my nose, my lips. "You are my Luna, my only one." "You don't need to worry about anyone else's feelings. As long as I'm by your side, you can do whatever you want." "Understand?"

Each time he sat by the window, he would remember the way I used to eat with my head down back in college. He said he had kept the fountain pen in the deepest drawer, never giving it to anyone again. He said he finally understood that marriage wasn't just about keeping me by his side, but about making me feel at ease with each passing day. He said what he regretted the most wasn't losing a wife, but losing the version of me who used to be happy for an entire day just from ranking second in his heart. The last thing he said was, "Natasha, I'm sorry. And thank you for once having loved me so earnestly."

We will handle everything for the wedding. I hesitated, unsure if this was really the right thing to do. Then, Nathan leaned in and whispered softly in my ear, "Don't hesitate. As long as I'm here, no one in this family will dare mistreat you." His tone and expression gave me a strange sense of déjà vu, like I had heard it all before. After everyone had left, I couldn't hold back anymore and quietly asked him, "Nathan, have we met before?" He looked a little disappointed. "You don't remember?"

"I want to marry you, Clara. I don't...want to ever spend a second away from you. I want to cherish you every day for the rest of my life. I want to love you, Clara, like you deserved to be loved. I want the world to know you as the woman who defines me. Though I'm not perfect, I know what perfection feels like. I know what perfection tastes like and that perfection is you, Clara...my love." Tears welled up in her eyes, as they did mine. I lowered myself to the ground and got on one knee before her, still keeping her eyes on her. "Clara Jemima Jenkins, would you..." The bile in my throat seemed to grow larger. "Take a leap of faith and be willing to spend the beautiful years of your life wit

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with not