Why Did I Get Married Again Novels & Stories

A dead silence played in the atmosphere for the next few seconds before he finally scoffed, and the smile on his face disappeared. "What did you say?" His voice came out coldly and anyone would wonder if he was the same man who was smiling innocently moments ago. "Let's end this marriage, Brown. You can finally be with your mistress after we go our separate ways," She was pained to say those words again. Who would've ever thought that history was going to repeat itself? When she was leaving her first marriage years ago because her husband had cheated on her and got another woman pregnant, she thought her life was going to be fine afterward, but it wasn't. It was as if she was destined to be

he growled. “My marriage certificate.” I leaned back and chuckled. “And before you ask, yes, all the signatures and seals are legit. Catherine and I are married.” “She's in a coma, for fuck's sake! And you divorced her!” He pointed his finger at me, seething. I couldn't help but enjoy his little outburst. “I did divorce her, realized my mistake, and married her again. She agreed. Her signature proves it.” He shook his head. “It doesn't matter! She can't be your wife! She's unconscious!”

As I sipped, my mind went back to five years ago when I was forced to marry Mark Thorn in a business arrangement so that the two families' businesses could merge to create an empire. At first, Mark had been nothing but a sweet soul and I had quickly agreed, seeing as he had me as his priority and made sure I was always okay. However, three months into the marriage, immediately after the contracts were signed and the two companies became one, the monster in him exploded. That night, I was beaten to the point I had to be admitted into the hospital. My parents didn’t believe that their sweet son-in-law was such a monster. To them, they were sure their rebellious daughter was just looking for wa

Was he really the same person who had smashed a glass bottle, held a sharp shard to his throat, and screamed until his voice tore raw? Today was supposed to be my third wedding anniversary with Charlotte. Only, calling it our third anniversary was almost laughable. If we counted from the first time we got married, then yes, it had been exactly three years. But in between, we had divorced and remarried, then divorced and remarried again. It had only been a month since our most recent wedding. Now, we were divorced again. In three short years, we had married eight times and divorced eight times. I never thought the jokes I used to see online about serial divorce couples would become my actual

“What?” “Two nights ago, you told me to ask you again. We’re surrounded by our family, our loved ones, and friends. I know it hasn’t been a week.” I went on one knee. God help me. “I know I’m not a perfect husband, not even close to a good one. I’ve done terrible things in my life, but one thing I did right was marry you. I want to renew our vows, so if you would give me the honor of marrying you again—” “Yes, dumbass.”

More so, nothing could take as apart. "Wife, let me unmarry you. And this time it's because we both want a new life." He put a ring in my finger. "You can't escape now. Whether you like it or not, you should marry me again, wife."

"I promise. You're stuck with me, Mrs. Cross. For better or worse. In sickness and health. In legal nightmares and family disasters." I laughed through my tears. "Those weren't in our vows." "They should have been. Would've been more honest than the traditional version." I pulled back to look at him. "Marry me again." He blinked. "What?" "Marry me again. For real this time. Not because of a contract or an inheritance or because we need to prove anything to anyone." I grabbed his shirt. "Marry me because you love me. Because I love you. Because we want to spend our lives together no matter what happens."

He asked, and I was taken aback by it. Our marriage was no longer about love. It's about a second chance to correct things and get revenge. For me, it's the latter. But I don't know how to explain to Noah that we can no longer be the same again. I cannot tell him that I will marry his Dad again for some reason. "I'm gonna tell you one reason I will marry your dad again, but promise me you won't tell anyone. Can you do that for me?" I gently rubbed his left cheek when I missed doing it since he was introduced as my son.

“But my father…he’s all alone. My mom is gone, and my sister is married.” He sighed gently. “You can’t stay with him forever. Weren’t you planning to leave him when you married John?” “Yes… but now I don’t have to.” He pressed on, “Oh, come on. One day, you’ll have to venture out. Surely, someday you’ll marry someone.” “No, I won’t marry again,” I said firmly. “But why?” he asked, a note of concern in his voice. “You’re so young.” “Simple,” I replied bitterly, “because I’m already married.”

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..