Remarrying A Perfect New Husband Novels & Stories

He was trying to read it out but it wasn't working. "Fuck this", he said and tossed it away. He turned to the crowd, "As you all know, I've been married to Lexy for two years now... not properly married because well I was an asshole for not attending our first wedding and she got kidnapped on the second.... but you won't blame me for not showing up, I didn't know she was this much of an amazing woman, I didn't know she was this one in a million queen. I didn't know she was this perfect. God knows I don't deserve this woman, I don't. She is everything I've never been and never will be. I have changed my entire life, everything About me completely just so I could at least measure up even the t

I asked. She bit down on her lips. "You were…" She stopped and laughed. "The marriage was my ticket out of something," I nodded as I stared at her. "You needed to get out of the bad life," I squinted and waited, hoping she wouldn't pick an offence with what I said. She shrugged and nodded. "Not bad life totally. I was in a complicated relationship with a lot of people and getting married was the only thing I thought I could do to make things better for myself. I guess I was selfish and didn't think about the fact that marriage involve two persons not just one,"

The only reason he ordained their marriage was because of a scandal years back, the media had caught the two in bed and to save face, Maverick forced the two into a marriage of convenience. Maverick sat down in his seat as he watched his son over his desk. He had a cup of coffee in his grasps he eyes Ivan who had ignored eye contact during the entire meeting. His wife sat next to him visibly shaking. The cup parted away from his lips and in a swift motion he collided the cup against Ivan's head. Miriam, Ivan's mother sobbed as she watch her son sit in place. Blood seep slowly from Ivan's forehead but that was the least of what Maverick wanted to inflict on Ivan.

Was this really happening? “Avery,” King began, his voice steady but full of emotion. “We’ve been through more than most people can handle—just you, me, and now our two little munchkins, who have turned life into something I never even imagined. We’ve walked separate paths, made some mistakes, and still, we found our way back to each other. And every step apart just made me realize how empty life is without you by my side. I don’t want to go another day without calling you my wife—again. Will you remarry me, and let’s keep making this wild, beautiful journey together?” There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation. “Yes,” I said, my voice cracking with joy. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

His hand hovered over his screen, ready to shove the evidence in Marcel’s face. “What? You find it difficult to believe that your wife married me? Sorry—ex-wife. She’s Mrs. Walker now.” I could literally hear the joy in Aiden's voice “I could even show you pictures of our honeymoon, but that might be extreme, no?” But Marcel gaze remained on me “Say it's a lie …please “ Marcel begged I opened my mouth again but no words came. Nothing could explain this mess.... “Get out of my way while I’m being nice,” Marcel warned, voice low and heavy.

She was taught that a perfect lady doesn't cry in public and looks confident and beautiful all the time. "If he's looking at another woman, then you must be doing something wrong. Always be perfect. Do you understand?" Her mother would say. But even after being the perfect wife and vice CEO, she was still struggling to keep her marriage from falling apart. With a heavy sigh, She stood from where she sat and decided to wear a pretty dress. The short tight black dress that Brandon loved so much. "He might have danced with another but he's still my husband. He always comes back home to me right?" She whispered as she started to apply makeup.

"But it's inevitable. Even if it isn't Jessica, it could be Autumn or someone else. You're already divorced. Even if Dominic remarries, you can't interfere." At that, Isabella shuddered and shook her head hard. Her voice turned resolute. "Remarry? He can't remarry. My husband can only remarry me." Katherine sneered, "You can't stop him." Isabella clenched her teeth. "I won't lose."

Happy. "Mrs. Croft," Damian said. "How does that sound?" "Strange. But good. I kept James professionally. But legally, yes. Mrs. Croft." "We did it. Actually got married." "We did. Remarried. Second chance. New beginning." "Better than the first attempt. No secrets. No lies. Just honesty. Just us." "Much better." We sat on the couch. My very pregnant belly between us. Damian's hand on it. Feeling the baby move.

I forgot just how easily human hearts could change. Five years passed in the blink of an eye. Erin entered his life just as expected, and little by little, his heart began to lean toward her. He started complaining that I wasn't refined enough and that I couldn't handle social events with grace. He said I controlled him too much and never gave him enough freedom. He began to resent all my flaws and picked apart everything that wasn't perfect about me. In the end, I was the only one who still remembered the promises made on our wedding night.

“Will, are you sulking just because I wasn’t paying enough attention to you? You even hired some woman to put on this little act with you.” She swept a disdainful glance over Julienne. “I’m telling you right now, this only makes me look down on you even more. You want to remarry me? Forget it. We can talk again once Peter is in a better mood.” “There is no need for that,” I said, calmly cutting her off. “I already told you before. If our tenth remarriage failed, I would marry someone else.” Then, I took Julienne’s hand. “This is my wife.” Ruth’s eyes widened in shock. Disbelief was written all over her face.