Please Marry Me With Divorce In Mind Novels & Stories

he shrugged, like I am such a disappointment. "Then don't fucking marry me!" "I said I was not going to take back my word from your father. Besides, it's not like we can't get a divorce. When your name got clean and out of your scandals—" "You fucking asshole! I am not that kind of a woman!" I fired at him. He pursed his lips. "Well then, after a grand wedding and giving our parents a grandchild, we'll file our divorce papers. That's it."

But Devin's expression was serious, "This is a decision I made personally, no one forced me. I want to marry you, from the bottom of my heart." "So, will you marry me? Miss Brooklyn." Having said that, what more that I could refuse? If the road ahead was destined to be full of thorns and bumps, with violent storms, and the sweetness in front of you, even if it was short-lived, it might become the source of energy on that road. Let's bet one more time. I held out my hand and said, "I do."

I sat there and thought about that, I should ask my Papa if Grammy felt the fated bond at all, it’s a shame if she didn’t get at least some of the affects, the sparks, the flow of emotions once it snaps into place, something. I nodded, “very well, then I’m sure this union, or marriage,” I looked at Carla for the latter, “will be happening with no restrictions, but Charles the human’s do have something called a divorce if this marriage fails and only certain reasons for those failures, infidelity is one of those, so I give you fair warning.”

The word divorce landed between us with its full weight. "Our daughter is in a hospital bed. Whatever is happening between us has nothing to do with" "I am busy." There was silence, then I heard some noise in the background. Music, laughter and the low sound of a party. He was not at the office. "Sign the papers. We can talk about whatever you want." The call ended.

I said slowly, “while she carries your baby somewhere else. You want both of us. You just want us in separate rooms.” His jaw twitched. He didn’t deny it. I gave a high-pitched laugh. “You had this planned—” “Yes.” “You had this planned when you sat down at that table an hour ago and asked me to be kind.” “Yes.” His jaw twitched. “Don’t make this longer than it has to be.” “I want a divorce.” Nate’s glass stopped halfway to his mouth. “Don’t be dramatic, Sabrina.” “You heard me, Nate.” “And then what?” His voice hardened. Just a degree. Just enough. “Your uncle is still at St. Catherine’s. Those bills don’t pay themselves. Your aunt’s apartment doesn’t have room for a housefly, let alone—”

I could not be bothered to take anything else with me. I had packed up a long time ago. Everything would fit in a twenty-four-inch suitcase. Embarrassingly, the suitcase was still half empty as I was waiting for the dress. "I'm going to get my divorce. Do you expect me to sit around every day and watch him flirt with his first love? I don't have that much free time!" The moment I finished my grand declaration, Mindy had already smacked me on the head. "Are you stupid? Get pregnant first and secure your place. Once you give him a child, no first love will stand a chance."

Then, like bullets, his lethal words came blasting from his mouth. "But can I have a cup of coffee first?" I asked, hoping to slow his pace. "Can it wait? This is important. Tameka, I want a Divorce. It's been three years. I'm tired of this sexless and loveless marriage. But more importantly than that, Lizzy is very ill, and her only wish is to be married before she leaves this earth." I was floored. This isn't how I imagined it. "Copeland, I don't know what to say. You are catching me so off guard."

Without waiting for him to talk more, I walked to the table, picked up the divorce papers, and handed them to him “I’ve already signed it,” I said evenly. He took them, surprised. “Gina and I are getting married,” he repeated. “I didn’t want to do it while you were still hurting. I wanted to know you’d made peace with everything.” I studied him calmly, noticing how little his presence affected me now. The man who once held my world felt… small. I let out a soft chuckle. “Hurting? No. Not anymore.” I met his eyes. “And peace? Tell that to your soon-to-be wife.”

And then I hear him speak. “Dad and I have always wanted to see you get married one day, little sis. After the accident, his greatest disappointment is not being able to walk you to the altar and so I promised him not to worry because I’d do it myself. That I’ll walk you there. But not like this.” He closes his eyes and groans painfully. “Never like this.” I bite my lower lip and glance at the people outside. The whispers and laughter are getting louder. They couldn’t see through the tinted windows, but I could hear them loud and clear.

Chapter 3 : The Stepmother Returns Life is truly unexpected. One minute, you're handed a divorce paper and left standing in the rain…the next, you're sitting in front of your ex husband's father as he offers you a marriage proposal. “You will give me everything?” I recalled the words to him, my tone firm and steady. “Yes, Maddie. Anything you want in the world. I'll give it to you.” he assured. I let out a heavy sigh as I stared at him, trying to have a glue on what's on his mind.