The Second Married Novels & Stories

Being the second wife of my own boss, and the two of us had spent a hot night together as a married couple. However, I myself am not sure how long I will last in a position like this? This feeling, the foreign feeling that I have when I'm with Daniel Noel now is different, not like before when I knew him for three years I was together and dedicated to working with him. I'm afraid if I fall in love with my own husband now. I'm afraid that the different feelings I feel when I'm with Daniel are feelings of love. Daniel Noel is not mine, we both got married only because circumstances forced us to get married, and Daniel himself said many times if he loved his wife very much, I really know that b

she pointed out, feeling down about their marriage to one another. Zane understood how Naevia felt. He too loved the idea of a second wedding. He also didn't like how their wedding went. He remembers that Naevia had a sour face when they were getting married. She didn't even allow him to kiss her that day. A second wedding would be perfect, now that they're finally happy together as a couple, and are soon expecting their first child. He wants everything to be right between them. Naevia hovered her eyes around Zane, clicking her tongue before speaking up again. "I want us to take our vows as husband and wife. To have a real marriage. That's what I want, Zane. Can we please have that?" Naevia

This heavy sense of deja vu has been haunting me as I walked these halls all day, remembering what my twentieth birthday was like before. It’s been two years since the day of our second life's marriage. Two years since the start of our second life. The circumstances have changed, and even the walk to the great room where I am meeting Lachlan is different. I am no longer alone. I am surrounded by my friends and loved ones. That doesn’t take away the anxiety I felt inside.

The prospect of seeing him again, made her feel nervous to the bones. "Jennifer? You seem distracted." Mrs. Morrison said, gesturing at Jennifer's food that was untouched. "No, mother, I was just..." "She is waiting for her husband." Stephanie said in a singsong voice, getting giggles from everyone except Mariah. Mariah was becoming bitter with each passing second, especially at Susan who managed to spite her and rub her infertility on her face by getting pregnant. It hurt so bad that she will never even get to experience the doting love they were showering on her, and now that Jennifer was here, she would be relegated to the background once Jennifer gets pregnant too.

“Now that I’m back, people are going to notice. It’s only a matter of time before they realise I’m ‘available’ again. And I can’t… I won’t go through that chaos again.” I furrow my brows, unsure where this is heading. “What are you saying, Alaric?” He turns to face me then, his expression unreadable but his gaze unwavering. “If I were married, none of that would happen,” he says simply. The room seems to freeze, his words hanging heavy in the air. “What?” My voice is barely above a whisper. He takes a step closer, his eyes locked on mine. “Anna,” he says, his tone steady but soft. “Will you marry me?”

Curiosity tugged at her, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Arlo, when are we going to have the second wedding?” Arlo looked down at her, surprised but pleased that she had brought it up. He loved that she was willing to engage in discussions about their future. “That’s a great question,” he replied, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Traditionally, the second wedding occurs a few weeks after the first, once the couple has had time to settle into their new lives.” Lune’s heart raced at the thought. “So, it will be soon then?” “Yes,” he affirmed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s an important ceremony for both of our families, a way to publicly acknowledge our bond and our

Putting so much effort into it… Isn’t she just trying to win the hearts of the people? Just now, she even heard the employees in her department saying, “I can’t believe Miss Myra managed to attract another man so soon after her divorce. Moreover, he is so considerate to send all these items to us. It looks like her second marriage is going to be better than the first.” What do you mean by ‘her second marriage is going to be better than the first’?! Myra is a divorcee! Who would be interested in a divorcee like her except for widowers looking to remarry or men who are too unsightly to look at?!

The Porters' rivals also learned of Vincent's marital troubles, knowing I had filed for divorce. Everyone knew Vincent had been divorced once before. Sick of the endless gossip, he had married me to silence the rumors. Now that I was asking for a divorce, his carefully guarded reputation was about to crumble. He was running out of patience. "Grace, where's Lorelei?" "She's at school. Vincent, there's nothing left for us to say. Sign the divorce papers. If you refuse, I'll sue you." "Stop being ridiculous!" he snapped, stepping closer. "You're just playing hard to get. I admit I was cold for the past few years, but surely you've calmed down by now. It's been three months. It's time for you t

"According to the law, anyone found guilty of knowingly entering into a second marriage while still legally married to someone else can face up to two years in prison or probation, depending on the severity of the case." As soon as his words fell, the television behind me flickered to life, playing their wedding video. Valerie's face turned an even deeper shade of green, and she growled, "So this is why you were so agreeable about everything. You were setting me up all along. You're despicable, Austin!" I chuckled. "Not as despicable as you two." Under the weight of my threats, Valerie finally picked up the pen and signed the divorce papers. As she stormed out, she spat over her shoulder, "Y

“Never have.” The air left my lungs and it felt like I had forgotten how to breathe. I looked down quickly, trying to gather myself. “That… that was a long time ago, William. Things are different now.” I swallowed. “This is my second marriage. It’s better we go simple.” He leaned forward slightly, his fingers curling gently around mine. “That first one was a mistake.” “This…” His thumb brushed over my knuckles. “This is going to be your first true wedding.”