Romans & histoires Divorce? dream on

Rule 3: Both parties present as a loving couple in front of Grandpa Damon and anyone else necessary but are not required to share a bedroom. Rule 4: Melani must accompany Luca to all social functions… She looked up, meeting his eyes while biting a manicured bright red nail. “Well, I do have my own conditions too,” “Hit me. I’m all ears,” "Ahem..” she cleared her throat. “Either of us can file for divorce with no questions asked after the one year duration stated in the contract. My children remain my top priority - their needs and happiness come before all else." Luca considered briefly. "Those terms seem more than fair. Do we have an agreement?"

, I heard Liam say in between my sleep. I wish you could tell me you love me, I wanted to say but I know maybe we will talk tomorrow after this. Tomorrow, maybe he will tear the divorce papers away. A smile grazes my lips as I imagine that scene before I drift off to sleep. However, in between my dreams, I heard a faint whisper in my head. I didn't recognize the voice, but I knew it must be one of those beautiful dreams again. “I LOVE YOU" And then I drift into a deep slumber.

When the bride and groom walked out from backstage, the last of my illusions shattered. Timothy Zuckerman and my wife, Wendy, stepped out arm in arm, looking deeply in love. The tenderness on her face turned my hands into fists. Through the roar of applause, her eyes met mine. She instinctively tightened her grip on Timothy, who was startled by her reaction. I strode forward and landed a hard punch across his face before turning back to her. "Hey, Wendy. Marrying into the wealthiest family in the country wasn't enough for you that you had to play house with someone else, huh?"

“What was the dream about?” “Well, I was dreaming about cleaning the study at the mansion, but I was old – like really old. All gray haired and wrinkled. I had let my life pass me by and . . . you had just got divorced from Ava Bartholomew. “ “A dream about me being married to Ava sounds more like a nightmare,” he quipped.

The dream was foolish, childish, and entirely mine. Then came the divorce. When I found out his wife had found comfort in the arms of our high school gym teacher, a spark of hope ignited inside me. A ridiculous, tiny chance that maybe my dream wasn't as crazy as I thought. Maybe now, with her gone, I could have a shot.

Then he slid a brown envelope across the desk toward me. My eyes dropped to it and my stomach turned to nuts The words on the front were like nails in my chest. Breathing suddenly felt like something I had to remember how to do. Still, I kept my face calm. “I want a divorce, Aria,” he said. And just like that, everything inside me broke further….quietly. “What?” I asked, even though I’d heard him clearly the first time. “I want a divorce,” he repeated, like he was twisting the knife a little deeper.

I coyly smiled at him as I asked, “What are you talking about? How do you know what I'm dreaming?” “I know because every time you have that dream you talk in your sleep. You talk about Laylan, Artimous, Grealan and Ivy. Then you're hard to wake up after that. I was just curious as to what your dream was about,” he finished and his lips curled at the edges into a smile.

Chapter 3 Frowning, Sophia's eyes returned to the documents and she read the words written boldly on the top. 'DIVORCE AGREEMENT' She shook her head and chuckled, trying to convince herself that it was just a silly dream.Marco would never divorce her. Sophia flipped through them. Then she pinched herself, the reality hitting hard, she wasn't dreaming."No, no. You must be joking. This is a joke, right?"

“In that dream I even had a mother. What a strange dream.” “Really?” She chuckled softly, leaning down and pressing her lips against mine. “That’s bad,” she whispered playfully. “Don’t dream again. Stay with me. We’re happy here, right?” She kept kissing my face, my cheeks, my forehead. I couldn't help but laugh like a child. She had always been so attentive. “You’re safe here with me. That world is cruel. Don’t dream about it again.” I nodded slowly, burying my head deeper in her arms. " I am not. What a stupid dream! There I saw you with another man and told that we were divorced. I would never divorce you!"

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.