Remarriage And Desires Novels & Stories

Swear, I will give them my best shot to have their perfect wedding dream. Hindi ko man natupad ang pangarap ko dati kapag ako ang ikakasal ay matutupad naman iyon kina Gladys at Diether. I really hope that Diether would be a good husband to same with Gladys. The love within them must stay the same and that their relationship will continue to spark forever. Masaya na akong nakikitang natutupad ng iba ang pangarap ko. I smiled bitterly at the thought.

His deep-set eyes were demanding. “Are you serious? Dev, you can’t do that. Having kids changes nothing.” He smirked. “I want my wife back.” Nanlaki ang mata ni Triana sa narinig. “Are you out of your mind? We can’t force ourselves into this marriage anymore.” “Why? Are you afraid you can’t marry Caleb instead? Are you threatened that you will never experience your dream wedding with him?” nang-uuyam nitong turan. Triana rolled her eyes. “Caleb has nothing to do with this!”

A perfect bachelor every woman dreamt to have. I was still looking at Adam's back when he slowly turned around and looked at me. I choke a gasp when he lock his eyes on me. And the most stupid words came out of my mouth thoughtlessly. "Adam, can you marry me?" And he's just as surprised as I am.

Hindi rin niya mapilit. Tuloy pa rin ang dating plano ng pagpapakasal kaya masaya siya. Kahit si Grazie din. Sabi nga ni Yaya, ang laki ng ipinagbago nito mula nang nagkabalikan sila. Lagi raw itong nagkukulong sa kuwarto kapag tulog na ang kambal. Minsan, naririnig daw nitong umiiyak si Grazie kaya nakaramda siya ng awa. Kung maibabalik niya lang kasi ang panahon, sana hindi niya binitawan si Grazie. Pero anong magagawa niya kung ito mismo ang may nais na bumitiw.

I curiously asked. Uminom siya ng kape at tumingin ng diretso sa tanawin. "I want to get married pero ayaw kong magmadali. Dadating naman tayo sa panahon na 'yon at saka naninigurado pa ako ayoko ng saglitan lang gusto ko yung panghabang buhay ko na makakasama sa problema at sa saya, " sagot niya. He looks so happy ng binabanggit niya 'yun.

Things I swore I'd locked away in a vault somewhere deep in my chest, buried under layers of anger and hurt and self-preservation and scar tissue. Hope. That fragile, stupid, beautiful thing na parang soap bubble—maganda tingnan, iridescent, shimmering with possibility, pero one wrong move and it pops, disappears, leaves nothing but wetness and disappointment. Attraction. Not just physical, though tangina, the physical part was definitely there, undeniable, impossible to ignore. Pero yung deeper kind. Yung kind na gusto kong makausap siya beyond work talk. Gusto kong malaman kung ano naiisip niya about random things. Gusto kong marinig yung side niya ng story, his perspective, his worldview.

Inakbayan niya ako. Gusto ko rin naman ikasal pero bakit mas excited pa sila sa akin. Pakiramdam ko tuloy prine-pressure nila si Alejandro. "Stop telling me what to do, I love her and of course I will marry my wife," anito sa lahat pero umismid lang si Kelvin dahil sa sinabi niya. "Saka mo na tawaging wife ang kaptid ko kapag kasala na talaga kayo," pambabara niya.

Umiling si Olivia, halatang hindi sang-ayon. Medyo kumunot ang noo at agad sumabat. “Sino’ng may sabi niyan? Hindi totoo ‘yan, anak. ‘Yung sinasabi mong complementary—na magkaiba ng ugali—ibig sabihin lang niyan, magkabaligtad kayo. Eh paano kayo tatagal kung magkakasalungat ang paniniwala, ugali, paningin sa buhay? Hindi sapat ang kilig at kakaibang personalidad. Kung gusto mo talagang magtagal, kailangang tugma kayo. Tugma sa prinsipyo, tugma sa pananaw, tugma sa puso. Kasi kung puro pagkakaiba, tiyak ‘yan, mag-aaway din kayo sa huli.”

" I asked you if you want to get married again. We can have a church wedding. Sorry if you find my proposal unromantic. I will just make it up to you after the wedding. “ he promised bago halikan ulit ang kamay niya. Luke wants to marry her again. Para maitama ang lahat. If their first was done in a haste, he wants their second to be really well-planned and grand. He feels that his wife deserves that. But her expression doesn't look encouraging. "Babe...we don't need to get married again. It's okay. Legal naman ang kasal natin. What's important is we are trying to make it work this time." she said.

"Stop it, Gibson Evora. Stop hurting my mother. I'll come with you but you have to promise me that this is going to be the last time that we'll seeing each other. I want you out of our lives forever." I thought he will be triumphant with what I remarked. Pero mayroong mga kakatwang emosyon ang hindi ko inaasahan na tumulay sa desperadong mga mata ni Gibson Evora. Shameful guilt, remorse and apologies. Apologies? To hell with him. I wasn’t even sure if I had read his emotions right, and frankly, I didn’t care. Wala akong pakialam sa kung ano mang bumabagabag sa loob niya. All I wanted was to drive him out of our lives—completely, permanently. I hated him to the core. No… he made me hate him t