Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death Novels & Stories

"James, no matter who I am, we can't go back. We're done. We've been done for a long time." James's eyes reddened even more. "How can we be done? We're husband and wife!" I let out a bitter laugh. "Sorry, but we've been divorced for years." He shook his head desperately and said, "I never signed the divorce papers. That means it doesn't count! We aren't divorced. You're still my wife!" My expression didn't change as I said, "It's been three years. The reconsideration period ended long ago. To me, you're just an unimportant ex-husband now."

"No you don't." Scarlett sits back down. Hard. Her chair scraping against the floor. "Fine. Fine. So I had car sex with my ex-husband. That doesn't mean I'm not—" She gestures at her lower body again. "—experiencing a drought." "A drought," Sophie repeats. "Three weeks is a long time." "Three weeks is nothing. I went three months after my last divorce." "You've been divorced twice." "Three times, actually." Sophie holds up three fingers. "But the third one doesn't count. It was annulled after forty-eight hours."

He pushed the folder across the desk—a thin stack of papers that held the power to incinerate the last three years of my life. I stared at the bold letters at the top: DECREE OF DIVORCE. Three years ago, we had stood in a private chapel and exchanged vows. It wasn't for love; it was for survival. His family needed a stable image; mine needed the Blackwood capital to stay afloat. The premarital agreement had been a cold, logical thing. It stated clearly that after thirty-six months, the contract would expire, and we would go our separate ways. But somewhere between the second and third year, the lines had blurred. For me, at least.

Aryna's POV ~ Gina isn't feeling too well. I have to take a flight to Germany to check on her, the anniversary can wait ~ The smile on my lips disappeared, the happiness bubbling inside of me, drowning. It was our wedding anniversary, Ryan and I had been married for three years and today, I thought he would some private time for us but he stood me up to attend to his childhood friend. I had wanted to share the news about his seed growing in me. I was two weeks pregnant— what we had been looking forward to for three years had finally come.

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.

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

"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.