Novel & Cerita Remarrying A Perfect New Husband

After we remarried, I became the absolute perfect husband in Zoe’s eyes. When she stayed out all night, I stopped calling to check up on her. When she went to parties and ended up in passionate kisses with other men, I turned a blind eye and kept my mouth shut. Even at a high school reunion, when someone teased her and asked if her biggest regret was not marrying the school heartthrob, I simply smiled and smoothed things over for her. “Honestly, yeah. If I hadn’t clung to her back then, maybe she would be together with the person she truly loved by now.” Hearing that, the woman beside me suddenly panicked. “Are you serious? Won’t you regret losing me?” Regret? I let out a soft laugh.

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

I sighed loudly, as h told him how much I loved him, forever isn’t an easy thing to decide but i wanted it with him. He was my better half, he completed. I knew it for the first time when my heart beat for him, that he was the one for me. And it was one of those ordinary tales where i married my first love. We were and are imperfectly perfectly made for each other. We exchanged rings and we did leave happily ever after, until my husband died a few days later.. I am kidding. We did leave happily ever after, we are still figuring out the after tho. THE END……

“Wife, wife, wife! Repetition is the mother of learning!” “Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh! Girls, I'm not the only one who heard that, right?!” “Arman's answer is just magnificent: he saved face and left no hope!” “+1! And how easily and naturally that 'wife' slipped from his tongue... But does Rita herself even know about this? 😉” The girls were frankly dumbfounded by this answer, and then the classic expression of "all normal men get married young anyway" simultaneously froze on their faces. The shopkeeper was also not a little embarrassed:

He already told me that Favour was okay with this setup, but I didn't know if I can handle seeing them both here. "Are you okay?" I heard Grandma P asked me. I didn't notice that I was lost in my reverie l almost forgot this woman beside me. I suddenly felt guilty for not trying to reach out to her. Since we came back here in Lagos after our marriage in the UK, I hadn't tried to contact her even once. I was lost in trying to fit myself into Travis' world and how to be a perfect daughter-in-law to his parents. I was trying to be the perfect woman for Travis and eventually lose myself in the process. Grandma P was the only one who believes in me that I was a perfect match for Travis

he winks before grinning like an idiot, "I can buy a ring like that if you want one." I roll my eyes at him, "Yeah been there, done that. They may remember their two insanely expensive rings but they forgot the third one, the suffer-ring. I'll never get into that kinda relationship again. Like seriously, why would I get out of a marriage just to get into another one? I'll never remarry, I'm fine with living together for the rest of my life. If I'm not happy I can just pack up and leave, no need to deal with the lawyers whatnot." It's his turn to roll his eyes, "Yeah right, as if I don't know you'll throw that thought out the window the moment Christian drops on one knee."

Before I could open my mouth to respond, he cleared his throat and continued with, “I know it’s only been a short while since Max died, but I can’t help asking you anyway. In the old days, it was a common practice for a woman to remarry right away for survival.” “This isn’t the old days,” I said. “Can’t we pretend?” he asked with a hint of desperation in his voice. “I live in fear of losing you. Don’t aske me why. I just do. If you’d at least say that you’ll marry me. Promise me that much. Then, I’ll be able to relax a bit.” He shook his head. “I now understand the urgency Max felt about getting that engagement ring on your finger. I need to see it there before I’ll believe it, I thin

She says I shake my head. “It’s easy to say that but I don’t feel like I need to move on just yet okay…” I smile at her. She shakes her head.” I’d love to see the day you fall in love and your new wife gives you hell.” She teases. My body tenses up. I don’t think I’ll ever remarry. No I’ll never remarry. Not now not ever. "I’m never going to remarry. I might find a partner but I’ll never remarry." I tell her.

"I have to agree with Teresa on one thing—when you have something this good, why hesitate?" "Mom," Sabrina groaned, covering her face with her hands, "not you too!" Wendy, ever the peacemaker, laughed from the floor. "Now, now, let's not pressure them. These things take time. But." She paused, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Benedict. "You should know, Benedict, that a remarriage would make a lot of people very happy—including Saben." At that moment, Saben tugged on Benedict's hand, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Daddy, what's re-married?" Everyone suppressed a chuckle, and Benedict reached down to his son's level, his fingers playing through the curls. "It's when two peopl

She got a dream job she had long forgotten about and now, she is even married to the wealthiest man in the City. With her eyes closed, she sucked in air as she spoke. "I'm never waking up".