Novel & Cerita Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death

Aria’s POV It had been three years since I walked down the aisle and became Aria Thompson. Three years since Richard and I exchanged vows in front of hundreds of well-dressed guests. Three years since I chose to become his wife and suffered the consequences of my mistake! Yes, it’s a mistake I made because he warned me about it! He said he wouldn’t love me, and after three years, I realized he wasn’t kidding at all! For three years, he never opened his heart to me and he kept waiting for his greatest love.

Her graceful posture showed none of the embarrassment of a woman facing divorce. “Jim, how can you talk like that? We’re still husband and wife. We’re not divorced yet. Even if the divorce petition has been filed, there’s still a cooling-off period. It’ll be another month before we’re truly divorced. Right now, I am your wife. And as your wife, don’t I have the right to visit my husband?” Ever since discovering Sasha’s true nature, Jim had only grown to hate her more. To think that the partner he had lived with for so many years would try to kill him for money. Even his own biological daughter had followed her lead.

Had she fully recovered now? But what about me? What about the feelings I had already developed for him? And what about the baby growing inside me? "I'll bring the divorce papers tomorrow. Make sure you sign them as soon as possible." That was all he said before heading upstairs. I’d lost my appetite, so I decided to head upstairs too. After changing into my pajamas, removing my makeup, and making sure there were no traces of tears for Nathan to notice, I walked into our bedroom. The room we had shared for the past three years. We slept on the same bed, lying side by side and sharing intimate moments like a couple deeply in love.

“Honey, I’ve been alive long enough to know when someone is running and when someone is resting. You’re not resting.” The words hit closer than I expect. I pick at my napkin. “My husband divorced me.” Jess sucks in a breath. “Oh.” Ruth’s face softens in a way that makes my chest ache. “That’s not something you say casually.” “It wasn’t casual,” I say quietly. “He threw me out. I didn’t even have time to understand what happened.” “That’s a special kind of cruelty,” Ruth says, shaking her head. “I don’t like men who do that.”

"How long has it been since you left?" "Eight months since I moved out. The divorce was finalized three months ago, though he kept trying to claim it wasn't valid." "And in those eight months, you've started over completely. New job, new apartment, new life. You've fought back against his business practices and won. You've refused to let him intimidate you into coming back." Thomas met my eyes. "If that's what weakness looks like, I'd hate to see your version of strength." I felt tears threatening and blinked them back. "Sometimes I wake up and for a split second, I forget I'm free. I expect to feel his weight in the bed next to me, or hear him yelling from the other room."

My legs felt lighter, but my heart pounded recklessly as the car door opened for me. “Miss Anna,” the driver said. As we pulled away, the question burned in my chest Was I moving on too fast… when my divorce wasn’t even final? Or had I just stepped into something far more dangerous than heartbreak?

I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest, trying to talk myself out of the longing that had been building for weeks. It was too soon. I'd been legally married—well, not legally since everyone thought I was dead, but emotionally married—to Matthew just a month ago. My divorce papers had been signed, yes, but the thirty-day dissolution period hadn't even completed before I'd supposedly died. Getting involved with Rivera now would be reckless, foolish, potentially devastating if it didn't work out.

I said and made to go when he said "Fine you leave me with no choice but to do it my way" "What do you mean" I groaned "You are still my legal wife" "Excuse me?" I watch as he tucks his hands in his pocket, standing dangerously handsome "Three years ago, we didn't sign any divorce papers" I didn't want to listen to his nonsense so I pulled the door and walked away in anger

Since my father was no longer with us, the hospital debt was settled, and the mourning period had passed. But was this all I would get? An email asking for a divorce? After years of enduring his humiliations, he lived it up with Elena without caring how humiliating it was for me, even when I loved him. He could end the contract and move on since my husband never touched me and never actually consummated this marriage. As I thought, he was just waiting for the mourning period to pass before doing it. Two months after my father passed, he finally did it. The divorce came. That hope that lingered was just an illusion.

"Frederick, can you give me some time? Jasper and I are married, I want to divorce him properly before going with you. I will only give you three years. After that, you cannot restrict my freedom anymore, whether I choose to leave or stay. Agreed?" Frederick had already thought of a solution. "After three years, I won't stop you even if you decide to leave. I won't force you either. I can agree to that. However, it won't be easy for you and Jasper to divorce. The most convenient way is for me to fake your death."