The Second Married Novels & Stories

I'm thrilled to marry Philip for the third time, surrounded by our precious children, my parents, Amir, and my friends as witnesses. At that moment, I felt a deep happiness radiating from every part of me. I was content, deeply loved, and immensely grateful. It's not just I who's been given a second chance at love—it's Philip and me, together with all the blessings bestowed upon us. Though I was once devastated and heartbroken after losing a baby in our first marriage, now I have Iris and Rowan; two beautiful children. I have Philip… I have a stronger, more resilient version of myself…

And just like that, I was married. The reception was held in one of the most extravagant venues in the city, a place Asher had secured without so much as a second thought. Everything was perfect—too perfect, in fact. But the moment I saw them again, sitting in the crowd, that uneasy feeling returned. I tried to push it aside, choosing to focus on the guests who were supposed to be here, the ones who toasted to our marriage with laughter and warm wishes. But it was only a matter of time before things went downhill.

Surprise after surprise emerged as Mariana revealed that Lina indeed had a husband, or more accurately, had once had one. This information was truly intriguing. It turned out there were layers about Lina that I hadn't known. I began to imagine how her relationship with Eric could be more complicated than I had previously thought. If Lina had such a background, there could be many things that needed to be uncovered. Mariana continued her explanation, providing further details about Lina's track record. She explained about Lina's personal life before meeting Eric, including the marriage she had experienced. Although Lina now appeared to be an independent figure, the fact that she had once been

"Today? You hired a PI on your wedding day?" "This morning. Before we get married. I needed to know someone was looking." "Can't it wait?" "No. It's been waiting twenty-two years. I'm done waiting." Sienna sighed. "Okay. But after today, you focus on Marcus. On building your life. Not destroying yourself over the past." "Deal." "Good. See you at two. Don't be late." She hung up. I stared at my phone. Six hours until I became Marcus's wife. Partner. Whatever we were calling it.

Malisha tells her mum, shrugging her shoulders. "That is not how a second-chance mate works love. He ended things with no valid reason. If there is anyone who is going to get a second chance mate, it is not him, and he is definitely not married," Beatrix tells Malisha. "It would not matter if he was married anyway, because the bond we shared with each other is gone," Malisha says.

Just as I was about to lash out, Bruce tightened his grip on my hand. His tone remained even and calm. "Who I marry is none of your business. Perhaps you should focus on your own fiancee instead. "Besides, I'm marrying Greta because I truly care about her, not because of her fertility." Owen's expression faltered, the weight of Bruce's jab sinking in. Miriam Horan quickly stepped forward, trying to smooth things over for her sons. "Bruce, your brother is just looking out for you. "Anyway, since both of you have chosen your partners, let's set a wedding date and make it official. Both Ms. McKellen and Ms. Ellsworth appear to be on board with the idea," she said.

“Well, you’ve been married twice. First to Emery, then he died. And then you had to wait. And then you got married again to this ruffian of a guy.” “His name is Julian,” I said to her. She gave a little nod. “Fine, fine, whatever. But all I’m saying is, you got married again. How does it feel?” I stopped, then turned to her. And she did the same to me. “What do you want from me? What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know,” she scoffed. “Maybe tell me that this is just a phase and by tomorrow it’s all going to be some bad joke.”

She gave in to her instincts, her arms encircling Dolphus’s neck. “Elena, I want you to be mine, alone. Please.” Dolphus nearly brushed against her ear as he spoke, his heavy breathing warmed Elena. “But... this isn’t right...” “We’re officially married. This is legal!” Dolphus continued, cupping her face. He leaned in for another kiss. The doorbell rang. Elena’s mind came back from the little infatuation that she was having. She felt so embarrassed as she pushed Dolphus away while panicking.

The exact night in my first life where he had tried to force himself on me just to consummate this cursed marriage. I stared up at the incredibly smug, entitled face of my new husband, and my stomach churned with disgust. I couldn't believe I was in my third life, dragged all the way back to the timeline where I had just married him. This is my last chance... Fuck... And Matteo? Where is my Matteo? All of the things that happened in my second life... was it all for nothing? All those beautiful, perfect memories of the fierce mafia boss who loved me, who fought for me... did they just disappear into the void?

And as Martin held her close, she realised something. Their first marriage had been a contract. Their second would be a choice. A choice made freely. A choice made with love. And a choice they intended to keep. To be continued...