Novel & Cerita Remarry My Ex Wife

I was in a dilemma; more like I didn't know what I wanted. “ It's not like I completely love her. I mean, I am married now, and she's married too. "My excuses were off balance. My whole expression showed I wanted my ex-wife back. “ Listen, Mr Cylde. I understand it is tough for you but I will give you a straight answer. I see you want your ex-wife back to yourself" he chuckled and continued. “ Things don't work like that, my friend. Opportunities missed may be difficult to get back. Consecrate on your wife, Laura instead.

I closed my eyes when he leaned in, his nose touching mine for a moment before reality slapped me so hard in the face. I gasped, then moved away at the thought of him remarrying his Ex wife, and having a baby with her. “I can’t” I pushed his chest, but he didn’t move. “You can't do what? You can’t kiss me?” He didn’t move his body, nor his head, his nose touched mine once again. “Yes” I forced the words to come out. “Why?” He whispered in a bored tone, still as close as ever. “Because…It’s wrong! You’re having a baby with your Ex wife, and probably remarrying her” I turned my back on him, playing nervously with my fingers as I explained to him why this is wrong.

Then he banged my head on the wall before turning my head so i was facing him. I didn't mutter a word throughout this action. I could only stare at his hateful face and hope he would drop dead. “You- i should've known you were a bitch, even though you were a virgin when i married you.. Something was definitely different, you became like a wild horse that couldn't be tamed..” I laughed at the anxious look on his face as he spoke. He was indeed my foolish ex-husband. Looking at him made me regret not divorcing him long ago, the fact that i settled for a bastard like him made me laugh louder than i intended but i couldn't help it. Since he fell for my lies, why not push it.

Why I had to leave. He wouldn’t let me go, so I forced his hand and disappeared. Five years later, fate brings us face to face again. "I can’t live without you, Dear stranger, marry me again." he says. And just like before… My heart remembers what my mind forgot. That a love so deep cuts just as deep.

Inside, the most stunning ring I’ve ever seen glitters in the candlelight. Carlos looks up at me. “Emily… I was a fool. I let fear and pride ruin the best thing that ever happened to me. I lost you once, and I never stopped regretting it. But life gave me a second chance. You gave me a second chance. And now, we’re building something beautiful—a child, a future. I love you, Emily. More than anything. Will you marry me… again?” I completely break. Tears pour freely down my cheeks, my chest shakes with emotion. I nod, over and over.

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

He was uncertain about its interpretation. “I can confirm the person who told you was an idiot. Did you know this was their second wedding and their third? They had a private ceremony, followed by a filmed second one for a show. But they were married before. I tell you Everett Stone is damn lucky she took him back. Despite Jake’s rugged looks, I couldn’t do what she did. I would be devastated if he walked away again without giving him a second chance.” “Well, I’m not Everett Stone and I know when I have something good. Excuse us, we must leave now. A surprise awaits my wife, but time is running out here.”

he replied calmly and confidently. “But you said my ex-wife hasn’t remarried since our divorce. How is that even possible?” Silence followed for a moment. “I gathered the information from several sources, including people who were involved with her, the places she worked, and other relevant sources. Based on everything I found, that was the conclusion I reached.” Evans explanation only made the situation feel even more unbelievable. I remained silent after his response until he finally continued. “In many cases, sir, it’s actually quite common for a child to be born from a relationship that never resulted in marriage—”

Grandpa Pascal asked, his voice steady but curious. Alexander leaned back in his chair, his eyes reflecting the fading sunlight. “I want to start fresh with her, Grandpa. Redo everything.” He let out a soft chuckle, though it didn’t hide the hint of regret in his tone. “We could have another wedding, make new memories, and even renew our marriage certificates. You know, I never signed the divorce papers. I was just… stupid back then. I lost her because of my own mistakes.” Grandpa Pascal nodded thoughtfully, his wrinkled hands resting on his cane. “I’m glad you’re finally getting another chance. You two deserve it. What happened before—it could’ve been avoided, sure, but maybe it happened to

"Because I have nothing else! My son won't speak. My company is all I have left. And the one night I let my guard down, I betrayed everything Catherine and I had." The air left my lungs. "You mean that night with me." "I mean I slept with someone I don't love while drunk on my dead wife's anniversary. What kind of man does that?" Each word was a knife. "The kind who's human. Who's grieving. Who's allowed to move forward." "I don't want to move forward. I want my wife back. I want my real life back." He grabbed his laptop. "This conversation is over." "Damien, wait—"