Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death Novels & Stories

"You never need to talk to me like this. I wonder what is it this time. Let me guess .." She tried to think but Skyrim put a file in front of her. "No need to guess. We are going to divorce." Grace confusingly stared at him. "What..?" "Did you forget? We married on the condition that we will divorce after three years. Now you already completed your degree and your brother is also grown up. Moreover, I am going to start my dream project now and I don't need a wife right now." He calmly informed her who knew about his project.

"So, I did cheat on you, with whom?" "I don't want to talk about it. But I guess you need to hear it out. You were once married to a CEO before, but it is a contractual marriage, and you told me to wait for you after three years." Suddenly a flashback where she is having dinner with three people appeared. They are talking about terms in the contract. "G-go on. I think I remember it now. What happened then?" "Well, you divorced him after being together with him for almost two years." She tried to remember that part only to find nothing. "Why did I divorced him, sooner before the contract ends?"

Taylor leaned back slowly, her hand pressing lightly against her forehead as though trying to steady her thoughts. “So let me understand this,” she said, her voice measured now, controlled in a way that suggested effort. “Your wife has left you. She has taken the company. You are officially divorced. And someone you trusted has taken what remained of your money.” Matthew did not interrupt. He simply nodded. Mrs. Taylor’s hand dropped from her forehead, her gaze fixing on him again. “So the company is not yours,” she said. Matthew held her gaze. “Yes.” Mrs. Taylor inhaled slowly, the breath catching slightly before she released it.

That was where my biggest doubt lay. "And finally," the lawyer continued, "if, at the end of the three years of marriage, either party wishes to annul the marriage without an apparent cause, the divorce will be granted. Once this contract takes effect, both parties will keep their assets as they were recorded at the beginning." I looked it up with interest. That was it! All I had to do was wait for the three years to pass. I could endure this charade for that time, and then file for divorce without any cause, keeping my company as the sole CEO.

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

“I’m going to miss you, girl” “We’ll still talk and facetime” “Yeah but it wouldn’t be the same. When do you plan on leaving?” “By weekend if I can get my ticket booked by then” Tina gasped, raising her head up to look at me. “So soon? So that means we have less than 4days together” Three days to be precise but I didn’t want to say that Tina; it would be insensitive so rather, I say. “I have to get my life moving too. Getting divorced is not the end of the world.”

Henry stopped harassing me after that, and he signed the divorce papers without a fuss. After successfully divorcing him, I left the country with Myles. My life had been limited within this city for years, and I wanted to breathe the fresh air in another place. With Myles by my side, I was happily fed with good food even though I was in another country. He always knew what I loved to eat.

Because now there were only two possibilities left: Someone had taken the documents after Sebastian’s father died— or his father had removed them before he died. Neither possibility felt safe. Sebestian stared ahead, jaw locked tightly enough to hurt. Lena finally broke the silence. “What was your relationship with him recently?” His eyes didn’t leave the road ahead. “Complicated.” “That’s not an answer.” A humorless smile flickered briefly. “It’s the only honest one.” She waited. Eventually he exhaled slowly. “We barely spoke after the divorce.” Lena looked toward him carefully. “Because of me?” That finally made him glance at her.

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.

I shook my head and closed my eyes for a moment, “I need time. You hurt me, Vincent. I can’t go through that again. I need to focus in finding who killed my parents and who wants to kill me next. As I said before, you are my distraction” He sighed and kissed my forehead, “I will wait for you, Laura. As long as you want me to. But, I promise you that I will not give up until I have you back in my life. I want to fix things between us. I want my wife back” “We are divorced, Vincent. You need to move on” a tear escaped my eyes which he had kissed them away making me trembled. “Laura, technically we are still married” I opened my eyes wide hearing what he said. What was that all about?