Novel & Cerita Why Did I Get Married Again

I burst out laughing and turned around so I could straddle him and that was when he asked the most shocking question ever. “Do you wanna marry me?” He bluntly asked and I looked at him with a confused expression… “But we're already-” “I got married to you through blackmail and I hope I can fix everything I've done. I don't want our child to grow up in a marriage made outta blackmail..” I couldn't help but smile when I heard his reasons… I was really so proud to be married to someone like him. He was the best thing that ever happened to me.. “So what do you say, sunshine? Do you wanna get married again?” He raised an eyebrow and I nodded with a smile..

No matter how bad they were before, I have never wished something as bad as death to happen to them. My questions God are… Why me? There are a lot of people out there who are inherently bad, but they are enjoying their lives. They have boyfriends who are loyal to them… They never suffered betrayal and cheating in their lives. But for me, I have suffered twice and the third one is the most difficult because my name is dragged to scandals. It’s as if I insisted myself to be married to Brent. I wasn’t interested in him at first, he was the one who made the first move.

All of them becoming exactly who they needed to become. I was sixty when Reaper proposed. Again. "We're already married," I said. Confused. "We've been married for thirty-two years. Why are you proposing?" "Because I want to do it right this time," Reaper said. "First time we got married, we were in middle of crisis. Quick ceremony. Minimal planning. Just getting it done. I want to renew our vows. I want big wedding. I want celebration. I want everyone we love watching us choose each other again. Deliberately. Joyfully. Completely. Will you marry me? Again?"

But just then, a message came in from her number: “I’ll soon be home. I met a friend on my way, so I decided to have a little chat.” I frowned. It didn’t sound like her. Rachel didn’t have any friends aside from Sophie—and she’d already met with Sophie earlier. Still, I didn’t think too hard about it. My eyes fell on the bed, and immediately a wide smile spread across my face at the sight of the proposal ring I’d bought for Rachel. I had decided to propose to her—properly this time—and marry her again. Our first wedding was like an arranged deal. It wasn’t by our consent. We were both forced, and unfortunately, I didn’t show up that day, which still broke my heart. I never got to see her in

We waited for this day to happen. Almost all of us in the house were excited as well. I can't help but feel happy about our wedding. The first two times we got married, I wasn’t that happy. At first, I was too confused that I'll be marrying him, the second time I feel like it was not worth it because I thought Marissa and him were dating. Now, I'm going to finally marry him without thinking of anything. I'm just really excited because this will be my dream wedding. And now here we are, the days passed by so fast and we're here. We will get married again.

It would create an unhealthy relationship that was destined to end in failure. “I don't want you to think,” he blurted out loud, jerking me out of my thoughts. “Bu—” “Marry me again,” he said. My breath hitched in my throat, and I stared at him wide-eyed. My mouth parted open in surprise and disbelief. He actually just told me to marry him again. Could it be? Could it mean he loves me too? “We are already married, Grey,” I replied instead. “The divorce wasn't legally processed, so it's null and invalid.”

"That's quite an age gap." My stomach twists. They're talking about me. "Twenty-six years," Ocean replies. "And you married her anyway." "I did." There's a pause. Then the woman asks, "Why?" "That's personal." "Ocean, I'm not here to judge. I'm genuinely asking. You swore you'd never marry again. What changed?" I hold my breath waiting for his answer. "She needed protection," Ocean says. "Marriage was the best way to provide it." The words hit me like a slap.

My first wife left me for a drummer in an acid rock band and my second wife left me for an old college girlfriend. That being the way my luck usually seems to go I decided that I would never bother getting married again. So why did I marry a third time knowing that the marriage couldn't possibly last a year, two years at most? I have to blame my father for that.

It has been three months since I signed the divorce papers and said goodbye to any kind of future next to Anya. I felt like shit for a while, realizing I had ended what could have been a great marriage. But now I'm starting to get back to normal because I've realized... I have the life I always wanted, why the fuck am I feeling bad for losing I wife I never even wanted to have? Sure, she was great and all, but I never wanted to be married.

“What would you have me do, come on?” “Really? It was not even like he was entirely wrong! You have refused to marry me legally ever since you have divorced her. You kept giving ridiculous excuses that you didn’t want to rush things as you just left a marriage and it would not look good for me, but look at her! Did you see her back there?! She fucking married another person a day after she left and she does not look like she was regretting shit at all!” “You know I am doing this for you. For us. You are taking this way too personally.”