Divorced, But Queen
Again Marriage 843
Vanessa replied: (Alright, alright, I’m off to go check out some abs.]
Aria chuckled and forwarded the forum Vanessa sent her to Owen. She said, “No need to take any more photos from now on -just download them from here.”
There were photos from every angle of them two-close-ups, wide shots, you name it. Some of them even had a better vibe than the ones Owen took.
If one didn’t know any better, one would think these were behind-the-scenes shots from a movie shoot.
Owen sighed and said, “We’ve basically be material for everyone’s posts.”
As he scrolled through the posts, he suddenly spotted some photos from two years ago and looked surprised. He eximed, “Wait, we got snapped by paparazzi back then, too?”
Aria said, “Yeah, mostly you. They even gave you a nickname-the Waiting Guy.”
Owenughed and said, “Honestly, that’s spot on. I was waiting for you that whole time, and in the end, I staged that idental run-in.”
Aria grinned and said, “You were seriously patient, waiting around for so long.”
Owen replied, “It didn’t feel that long. Worth it, since I finally got you.”
It was fine when Owen and Aria didn’t notice, but now that they realized people were secretly snapping photos, neither of them felt like sticking around anymore.
“Let’s go walk around somewhere else,” Owen suggested.
On their way, they came across a film crew filming something. It turned out to be a wedding scene. The groom was looking at the bride with so much love in his eyes, reading out his vows.
Owen watched for a moment, and Aria turned to look at him and asked, “Do you want to get married?”
“You mean, actually have a wedding?” Owen asked.
Aria nodded and said, “Yeah.”
“Madelyn, do you want me to be honest or should I lie?” Owen asked.
“The truth.” Aria said.
Owen looked at her and said, seriously, “If it was just you and me, I’d want to.”
Aria paused for a moment before asking, “You mean you want to take wedding photos?”
“It doesn’t have to be wedding photos. Any pictures of us together would be great, just so we have something to remember this by,” Owen replied.
Aria looked at him and called out softly, “Owen.”
I’m here,” Owen said gently.
“Let’s go get our marriage certificate,” Aria said.
Owen’s eyes went wide. He repeated in disbelief, “Get our marriage certificate?
Aria nodded and said, “Yeah, let’s get our marriage certificate. But if you think it’s too much hassle, we don’t have to.” She thought, ‘After all, I was the one who’d said I didn’t want to get the certificate before!
Back when Aria first got together with Owen, she’d worried about all sorts of things, afraid that trouble would find them. But now, she felt all of that seemed so trivial. She thought, I love him, and he loves me-that is all that matters!
Owen stiffened for a second, then shook his head hard. He said, “It’s not a hassle at all. Let’s get our marriage certificate-let’s do it today. Let’s head back to Mandino City.”
Aria let out a softugh and said, “We don’t actually have to go back, you know. These days, you can get it done with just
your ID.”
Owen immediately started changing their tickets. He was barely able to contain his excitement as he grabbed her hand. He said, “No, I want to do it right. I need to get properly dressed up for this.”
He wanted to pick out the perfect outfit for their big moment.
“Alright, then let’s go back,” Aria agreed with a smile.
As soon as they got home and dropped off their bags, Owen excitedly headed out to buy clothes. He tried on outfit after outfit, but none of them felt quite right.
The shop owner, realizing they were there to pick out something for their marriage certificate, rmended a set of matching shirts.
He said, “These are specially designed for couples getting their marriage certificate. You two will be the very first couple to wear these for your certificate.” As he finished speaking, he looked over at Aria, waiting for her approval.
But Aria turned to Owen and asked, “What do you think? Do you like it?”
Owen nodded and said, “Yeah, I like it. Let’s go with this one.”
The shop owner thought, ‘Usually, it’s the guy asking his girlfriend if she likes it, but with these two, it is the other way around.’
Once they’d paid, Aria and Owen headed home together. From a distance, they spotted Flynt’s car.
Owen turned to Madelyn and said, “Madelyn, we’ve pretty much gathered all the evidence we need. Is it okay if we have Flynt leave today?”
“It’s up to you,” Aria replied.
The next day, Aria and Owen woke up, freshened up, and changed into the outfits they’d picked out the day before. Aria put on some light makeup, while Owen put her hair up for her.
As they stepped outside, they saw Flynt being escorted away by the police.
Flynt red at Owen, fists clenched, shooting daggers at him.
Owen smiled and said, “Mr. Hartley, looks like you’ll never be able to stay in Huthailia again.”
Getting kicked out of the country was pretty much a done deal for Flynt.
As he was being taken away, Flynt shot a look at Aria, who was beaming with happiness.
Aria didn’t spare Flynt a nce. She just grabbed Owen’s hand and said, “Come on, let’s go get our marriage certificate.”
Flynt watched as Aria and Owen walked off in the other direction, their figures growing smaller and smaller in the distance.
At the Civil Affairs Bureau, a staff member looked at Owen and said, “Sir, your smile is a bit too dazzling. Could you dial it
back a little?”
Owen said, “Alright. He did his best to press his lips into a straight line.
Soon after, the staff member handed them the marriage certificates and said, “Please keep your marriage certificates safe. Congrattions on your wedding, and wishing you both a wonderful life together.”
“Thank you,” Aria and Owen replied in unison.
Once they had their marriage certificates in hand, Owen couldn’t stop looking at them, over and over again. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, his whole body light and airy.
“Madelyn, we got our marriage certificate,” he said, his voice full of excitement.
Aria nodded and said, “Yeah, we did. We’re officially husband and wife now-protected byw.”
Owen stopped in his tracks, cupped her face in his hands, and gave her a big, heartfelt kiss. He said, “Madelyn, from now on, I’m yourwful husband.”
Aria stood on her tiptoes, pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, and intertwined her fingers with his. She said, “Mywful husband, let’s go home.”
“Yeah, let’s go back to our home,” Owen replied, his voice brimming with happiness.