Second Marriage Novels & Stories

The call disconnects. Did someone put my breath on hold? “What did he say?” My brother asks me as I take the phone away from my ear. “Dilan is at home, aside that, I think your secret place is busted, you'd have to get another one somewhere far away, like Barcelona or Mexico,” I grab my duffel bag beside the chair and run inside to change. Paul drives straight home, my nerves are jittery the way through. I'm forced to marry a man I rejected seven years ago, and unfortunately we got divorced at the same time. How am I going to look such a person in the eye? I hate myself. I want to disappear.

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.

The movement of the bus and the hum of conversation slipped past her unnoticed. Deep inside, she was lost and confused. How did it come to this? She could still hear Drake’s voice from years ago. Drake's birthday wishes whispered in the dark of their apartment. First wish: let’s get our marriage certificate. Second: pups by the time I’m 26. Third: grow old together. The first wish… had been fulfilled. Right there, on his 22nd birthday, he had dragged her, while laughing, into the registry office. He was so eager and certain about it.

And he did. They crashed into each other like a wave against stone—needing, claiming, choosing. Clothes dropped to the floor in a trail of surrender. They made love slowly this time—no dominance, no possession—just skin, sighs, and promises whispered between gasps. She touched his scars. He kissed her tears. And when they lay tangled in the sheets, hearts pounding in sync, he turned to her. “I never thought I’d marry again,” he said. “You didn’t,” she whispered.

“I did tell you, but you said I couldn't even raise one child properly, let alone two. You're the one who didn't want that baby. You said you only wanted to focus on Max.” “I'm so sorry, Wendy, I'm so sorry…” I yawned. “You should be sorry. You're still an asshole, and I'll never forgive you. Don't call me again from now on, thank you very much.” After that, I hung up and slept until morning. During a conversation with a friend sometime later, I heard that Pearl had drugged James to get herself pregnant, but he did not intend to marry her. Instead, he asked her to get an abortion, but she refused. She interfered in the company's affairs as the boss's wife and chased away many of his assistan

The elders glanced at one another, but nothing was said. Holding my breath, I gazed at the man standing in front of me. "Please," I inquired, "explain to me why you need a second wife." The man lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine. "My lady," he spoke to her firmly, "I have a very long working day. My children are growing up, but still require to be cared for, counselled, and given the gentle touch of a woman at home. I am not so free to do that as much as I would wish to, not with the workload I have outside. I should like to remarry so that home life can be balanced out, so that there can be someone to care for them when I am gone."

I took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of the moment. “Mr. Wendell,” I began, my voice steady yet soft, “I understand that your intentions are rooted in love and concern for Howard. I respect that deeply. However, I believe it’s important to clarify that simply getting married isn’t enough if there isn’t genuine love between us. A relationship built on money or deals will never foster real feelings.”

"We only need proof on paper that this marriage really happened. Don't expect more from this marriage. You might get your dream wedding, but not with me. So, how is it? Do you still want to get married, or follow your stubbornness with all your demands?" Willy-nilly, Monica finally stopped protesting. The simple wedding went smoothly in a short time; there was no emotional atmosphere, no party, or anything. It was her fault for hoping for more. She thought that because Nathan was a rich man, he could grant her childhood dream of becoming a queen for a day on a luxurious wedding stage. For several days, she was truly left alone. While new couples generally spent their first night together, sh

"Kelsie doesn’t need to know everything about me," Caleb said. "But enough about that spoilsport― I heard the news! How are you feeling? This is your second marriage, but it’s even more ill-fated than ours. At least we made it out of city hall with our rings and wedding certificates." "And that was just the first step into hell," Amelia quipped back with gritted teeth. "Excuse me, I must go."

“They can remarry.” Silence. “They will re-sign the documents.” His tone allowed no disagreement. My father signalled me to accept the second marriage and not reject it. “And hold another ceremony.” Hana’s face turned pale instantly. But before anyone could speak…Kai interrupted again. “Grandfather.” Too calm, too smooth. Like he was trying to reason with him. “Adrian and Hana are still legally married in Las Vegas.” Everything stopped. This time…Even Grandfather Wolfe looked shocked at his second interference. I wanted to look at him and give him a sign to stop but he refused to glance at me for a second.