The Second Married Novels & Stories

I've gone to great lengths to ask Damon to leave my life, but he's the one who keeps holding me back. "I didn't pursue Damon at all. I even asked him to divorce me and ask him to marry you, but what did he say? He refused, in fact he clung to me even more. He even said he would keep me as his legal wife! Meanwhile, you're going to be a second wife, which of course means you'll be the butt of everyone's ridicule for being second. I wish you realized that the status of a second wife is the lowest status in this world. No woman wants to be the second woman. It's not like you to be so proud of that. You're so shameless."

“How could it not be? You even just admitted it when you said being your mate was what makes me worth fighting for. Not the person I am; after all, you just met me, and you can’t be in love with me already. Infatuated maybe, but not in love.” He took a breath, and then a moment of pause before he said, “First of all, a mate is not a mere trophy, a mate is far more valuable than that. And before you get worked up, what I mean by that is a mate can offer things that are priceless and intangible. Things like unconditional and powerful love, trust, peace, a home, even children and a family. and those things are invaluable.

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.

“It wasn’t an easy decision.” “Yet you made it,” she said, her lips quirking. “But here you are. I wonder if that decision still stands.” “I’m married,” I said, though the words felt hollow. She laughed, the sound rich and unapologetic. “Married to a woman after you already divorced another once. A second time wouldn’t be so scandalous, would it?” I had no response. My mind was a whirlwind, torn between the pull of her presence and the weight of my responsibilities. She stepped closer, her chest brushing against mine as her fingers traced patterns on my arm.

Author's POV "They are coming in two weeks" Marona got up and started walking back and forth. "And look at my life." Mikhail leaned back on the bed and rested on his elbows while looking at her. "What's wrong with your life?" He asked casually. "What's wrong with my life?" She looked at him in disbelief. "I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..."

Gary wiped his face and chuckled. Then, he glared at me with a cold face. "Looks like you already know. But so what? We're now married. Even if we divorce now, I can still have half of your assets. Besides, during your pregnancy, I took control of all the company's business. I can become independent any time I want." I chuckled as well. If I hadn't allowed it, none of the key employees and the people who had studied abroad would listen to his orders.

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.” Mr. Wendell listened intently, nodding as I spoke. His expression was one of understanding, but I could sense the anticipation building within him. I continued, “I’ve thought a lot about your proposal. I am willing to consider marrying your grandson, but I have some conditions that I believe are crucial for our future.” As I spoke, I noticed Mr. Wendell’s face li

Our wedding had been delayed from morning until evening when a hotel employee accidentally added me to their staff group chat. "The groom said there's no need to put as much effort into it when the second bride comes in. We're only getting a few hundred dollars in extra electricity and venue fees out of this one anyway." Everyone in the group was complaining and saying they wanted to go home. "Can they just call off the wedding? This whole thing feels like a joke. I don't even want to make these few hundred bucks." I stared at the messages in confusion. What did they mean by a second bride? Were they talking about my wedding? The hotel had clearly told us there was a delay because something

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

Marilyn quickly reached for her glass of water, unfortunately, Raymond noticed. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. "I assume that's understood." Marilyn refused to look at him. "You're impossible." "No." His voice stayed even. "I'm practical." Somehow that made it worse. But the conversation continued. Raymond leaned back slightly. "There is something else." Marilyn looked up. "This will be my second marriage." Marilyn went still, attentive. Raymond continued. "I have no intention of bringing you into my old house."