We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out Mga Nobela at Kwento

Davy pulled away slowly, his eyes still pleading with me but I drew a deep breath, gathering enough strength for what was to come. “If you walk out that door,” I said calmly, “consider this marriage over!” “Anna.” He gasped, eyes frantic as they searched mine. But my resolve was unwavering, and I folded my arms across my chest. “You don’t mean this. I will only be gone for a day; get things done, and I will come back to you.”

“I refuse!” “Then what do you want? I’m not going to compromise my own needs or make concessions just to keep this relationship. I’m serious. I think maintaining our relationship as lovers is perfectly fine right now. I know you’ve always wanted to remarry, and I saw what was in your drawer.”"

"Let's just get married." "Huh?" ***

I breathed out. “I want us to get remarried the right way this time. Instead of in a courthouse, I want to marry you in front of our family and friends. I am not asking for a divorce because I want us to be over. I just want to give you the wedding you deserve and have it so I can stand in front of everyone and tell them how much I love you.”

He states that it means so much that you’re allowing me to do this. Clapping my hands I see the time and tell everyone it’s time to get this show on the road so I can finally marry the man of my dreams. Everyone in the room starts to hoot and holler and Uncle grabs my right arm and we slowly walk to the hall where the wedding will take place. Julius POV:

"I promise to cherish every—" "We're already married, you know," Rena interrupts with a laugh that makes the spring air seem warmer. She gently extracts her fingers from mine, her cheeks blooming with color as she notices an elderly couple meandering through the courtyard. "We don't need to do the whole knee thing again."

He said the words plainly, his eyes locking with mine as tears continued to roll down my cheeks. "R-Revenge… h-how?" I asked, my voice barely audible. He took both my hands in his, holding them firmly as he looked straight into my soul. "Marry me. Become Mrs. Grayson—my Mrs. Grayson. Once you have my name, you can bring Lucas’s pride crashing down however you want. Use me, Lucia. Marry me." I tore my gaze from his to look back at Lucas—watching him laugh with Amanda and their son, looking every bit the happy family man. And as I stared, Uncle Noah’s offer echoed over and over in my mind.

He turned around, not looking at me. I kept staring at the guy on the ground, he was still paralyzed. Suddenly, I felt Harris hand grabbing my wrist, leading me out of the club… *********************** Chloe’s POV: They always say ‘if you want to know if something is truly yours, you have to let it go. If it comes back to you, then it’s yours. If it doesn’t, then it was never meant to be! Mine got married. I smirked as I read that statement on the magazine. putting it away, I stood walking out of the house. Time to see Harris, I called him but he didn’t pick, that lizard totally changed him.

"What should I do? I can't wait to see what our wedding will look like." Noelle smiled slightly and replied sarcastically, "If we hold a wedding, won't it become a joke to others? After all, we've been married for three years. Even though we didn't have a ceremony and of the usual wedding frills, everyone knows we're married! "Having a wedding now would be pointless, wouldn't it?" It was meaningless. Quentin suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He frowned and said, "Who told you that? Who would dare to laugh at us?"