Why Did I Get Married Again Novels & Stories

“Even longer than I can remember. And I didn’t mind. I could hate him for even longer and didn’t have any interest of getting involved with him. But one day, he suddenly tells me he’s getting married again.” “For a while, I chose to believe it was nothing but a joke. There was no way he’d actually want to get married again. There was no way he was going to put another woman through what he put my mum through. I refused to believe it but guess what, here you and your mum are. He did get married.”

"Even if you disagree, I'll only give up marriage. I'll find other businesses, but I can't go against my will and be with him," I clarified, concerned about his reaction. "But didn't you have strong feelings for him in the past?" Matthew countered. I once had loving parents who set a high standard. After my mother's death, I strived for an ideal that turned out to be a facade, only realizing the truth upon my death. "I was young then. Life feels empty without a genuine passion to drive you. I came to understand that it wasn't genuine love," I replied.

“I don’t wanna wake up alone again. For the past few months, I knew the feeling of waking up with you and planning our future together. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, babe. Marry me?” “Aren’t we already married?” I showed him the rings on my finger, which I never took them off again just to say something because, honestly, I was still flabbergasted. “Marry me again?” “But why?” “I want to marry you again, not because you were forced to say yes or I do, or I will. Will you marry me for the second time?” When he looked at me this way—like I was his world, his soul, like he belonged to me and I belonged to him, of course, I wouldn’t say no.

“Was this…? I mean…you don’t feel guilty, you don’t feel like…?” “Do I feel like I betrayed my wife?” She nodded. “Yes.” “No. It wasn’t about that. There was no woman that I wanted to be with. I had dated casually and I had put that behind me. I was married for seven years and I still wanted the stability it offered. Yet I didn’t want to get married again, either. That didn’t leave me with a lot of options.” “And then you got stuck with me,” she said, her smile sad now.

When he left my father and I went to the coffee shop nearby. “How are you?” He ask that made me look away. “I know you’re not here just to ask me that. Go and tell me what you really want to say and why you have to wait for me outside the school.” “I’m getting married… again.” He said and slide an invitation on the table that made me dumbfounded but when I look at dad’s face I can see that he was happy that made me feel in pain, for our family… for my mom and for the marriage that wasn’t save. “I know you wouldn’t understand any of this but I love her, she makes me happy and she makes me alive.”

I stand, glass in hand, trying to find words. "I got married before," I start. "Most of you were there. It was big and expensive and completely wrong. I spent the whole day performing. Being who I was supposed to be instead of who I was." Everyone's listening intently. "Ten months ago, I got married again. Right. This time it was small and intimate and completely real. I spent the day being exactly who I am. With exactly the person I'm supposed to be with." I look around the table. At these faces. These people who showed up.

As if he really couldn’t understand how I could turn him down. The answer was simple: I wanted nothing to do with him. Nothing to do with the life I left behind, especially knowing that those same people turned their backs on us once our company went bankrupt. "Yes.” My answer is short and curt. I just want to go back to my daughter and forget that Gabriel ever sought me out with his ridiculous proposal. “Why the hell not?” He was beginning to get angry. “The better question is, why would you be desperate to marry me again? You hate me, Gabriel, so what is so important that would make you seek me out years after our divorce?” I was really curious.

I asked calmly, trying to remind him what happened in case he had forgotten. I remembered the promise that Lucas made to me when we got married. He told me that he would never hurt me in any way or leave me because I saved him from embarrassment. I remembered asking him if he would go back to Monalisa in case she comes back in our lives and he said that he would never ever go back to her because of what she did to him on their wedding day. What happened? Why did he go back to her without a second thought? " I haven't forgotten about that day." He then heaved a deep sigh, " Why are you reminding me about that day when you're the one who was behind everything that happened?" He asked with a ra

In ways that made me want things I wasn’t supposed to want. He disappeared the day I got married and now he’s back?

Let’s get married again. I kick my legs slightly under the desk, frustration building inside me. The audacity. After everything. After choosing Selina over me. After cheating on me with her. Now he wants to marry me again? My head tilts as another memory resurfaces. “I’ll be around your neck like a rope. You’ll try to pull away, but you won’t be able to.” My stomach twists. Is this another trap? Of course it is. Saying to marry again out of the blue feels… deliberate.