Why Did I Get Married Again Mga Nobela at Kwento

Summer’s Point of View I married the youngest handsome rich guy like I've ever dreamed of. It was our third year anniversary and yet this was the gift he gave me. A divorce paper. I used to think that my life would be complete when he would choose to stay with me, but I was wrong. Those three years “together” felt hollow, as our relationship could not be considered a genuine marriage, since he never gave us the opportunity to build a family together. Why did he marry me again? Oh, I already had forgotten.

Ethan also tried to kill me, which led to me having miscarriage, and forgetting who my lovely husband was to me, so that's why we decide to get married again to start all of again, and this time we are getting married because we love each other and not because we didn't have an option. It hurts losing my child, but I know that Mavis and I are going to have our own kids now that we are getting married again. The grand hall of our wedding was top notch, and it wasn't a simple wedding like our previous wedding. Mavis assured that this time around, our wedding was going to be done in a glamorous way, even the wedding gown I was wearing was cost millions of dollars. I was looking so elegant and b

I would be lying if I said I had not imagined or thought about getting married to him again. How bad could it be? I mean we did it the first time and it wasn't so bad so why can't we do it a second time? Was it such a big deal to wish for something like that? It didn't matter what anyone was going to say, but I really wanted to give our relationship a second chance because you never really got the chance to fight for what we wanted the first time but now that things were a bit level headed and focused on us, I believed this was the best time to fix whatever we had broken the first time and actually make it work.

I had clung to the idea of marriage because I desperately wanted a home of my own, and Tristan had seemed to embody every dream I had about what a loving husband should be. That was why I later insisted on marrying him without any hesitation. In my previous life, that decision had cost me a lifetime of regret. But this time, I had a second chance to set things right.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I shook my head. "Why would I want to marry you again? Why would I want to put myself in such misery again?" What misery? I know we didn't marry for love like a lot of couples but our relationship was that of mutual understanding. I know my grandmother had forced her to marry me or maybe bought her to marry me but we were having fun. I mean the sex was so good.

“Marriage, wedding, whatever word you prefer, as long as it involves tying the knot with Andrea.” “But, Dad, you agreed to let me take my time. I am not yet ready for another marriage.” I could not enter another marriage, the one I got out of wasn’t all blissful and sweet and I needed quite some time to clear things out of my mind, and again, the man I was formerly married to was being accused of kidnap and murder, I couldn’t be married once more with everything that was in the air.

Her mother had gone to her old house, and she wanted to bring her multiple souvenirs to decorate her living room. Being there with her, I thought that time had passed incredibly, so much so that Helen and I had been married for a year. My heart ached because the clause of our marriage was dissolved after two years, and there was nothing I could do, unless we got married again; so that was exactly what I intended to do, remarry her. It's just that after what had happened to us there was no doubt that we loved each other. I called the doctor who would see me. Vacation days were ending, and I had to see the specialists who checked my spine. I was nervous, I was surrounded by approximately ten s

At the time, I thought he never truly wanted me and only married me for a cover-up. But now... This setup was so painfully romantic that I could barely believe it was happening to me. I forgot everything we crossed on the way up here. All I could think about was the sight of him in front of me, down on one knee, asking for my hand again. And despite everything we destroyed together, despite all the years we spent apart, we still found our way back here. Back to each other. I cupped his cheeks before anything else. “Yes,” I mouthed shakily, nodding through my tears. “Yes, Ricochet Rosewood, I will marry you again.”

I was surprised when he was reluctant to sign the papers and if my bodyguards didn't hold me back, I was ready to throw hands at that man. It wasn’t easy getting him to sign the papers, but, fortunately, he eventually did. We were a happily married couple for about three months; those three months felt like they were the happiest moments of my life, until the night Daniel Carter threw it all away, by cheating on me and they turned to my worst. As each day went by, I started to realize how much of a liar the bastard was.

I never gave her a chance for me to try liking her. Looking at my wrist, I smiled at the watch I was wearing that my ex-wife had gifted me. I loved the watch. And I loved the fact that my ex-wife did love me. I wondered if she still did. Stefano was going on talking non-stop in Italian about marriage tips. I was not paying much attention. In a few hours’ time, I was getting married again. I should be happy to marry my first love, Rachel. But, at that point of time, I felt a tiny part of me asking me to walk away from the marriage.