Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death Novels & Stories

She took a deep breath and said, "We'll bet on whether you’ll fall in love with me again. I just need three months. That's all I ask for. For the next three months, I want to stay with you. If, after three months, you still want to divorce me, then I'll sign the divorce papers and put an end to our marriage." His eyes narrowed. "Are you kidding me? Why would I make the bet with you? Even if I don’t make the bet, I can still proceed with the divorce."

Even then, we barely spoke to each other. Three years later and while I’m still young, I decided to divorce his ass. It will be quick. My attorney knows all the details, and he said it would probably take less than a month. So, I am hoping he is right. I just need to do my final part. At the end of the week, it will be the grand finale. Every piece of evidence I need will be complete. I will have to sacrifice a bit, but everything will be mine and I will take everything that is his and he won’t have a way around it.

1: Divorce after 5 years. - Rule No. 2: Intimacy is not allowed. - Rule No. 3: Separate rooms until divorce. - Rule No. 4: No interference in each other's private business. - Rule No. 5: No falling in love with the other party. - Rule No. 6: Angel goes with her mum after the divorce. "What part of 'I don't want to marry you' don't you understand?" I retorted, feeling overwhelmed by frustration and anger.

"The lawyer has it. Anything not on the list stays in this house." I stood up. I didn't look at him. I just turned to leave. I was almost at the door when he spoke again. It was the first time he had spoken directly to me in sixty-one days. "Celeste lost three years of her life because of you, Nora. Consider a clean exit my wedding gift to her." He said my name. Once. To tell me to leave.

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?"

The cafe was really slow today. Almost empty. And this day didn't seem to go any slower. Propping my chin in the palm of my right hand my orbs wander around the room, I stared out the window to overcome this boredom Soon Xavier invaded my thoughts. As soon as it came I let out a frustrating sound escape my lips and I mentally cursed myself for again going back into the memories. It's been three years since I left the house and since I divorced Xavier. Yes, divorced. I had sent a divorce paper a few months after I left the house.

"I will never divorce you, Vania. Don't expect me to let you go!" Devandra's voice boomed through the study of their home. He stood with his back to the large window, staring straight at the woman who had been by his side for three years—a woman he once regarded as insignificant, but who had become too precious to release. Vania's gaze was empty. She merely stood silently in the doorway, watching her usually stoic husband now visibly overwhelmed with emotion. Devandra fixed his eyes on her. "I know I've been wrong. But I can’t let you leave. I want to fix everything, Van."

Her hand was resting against his chest, fingers splayed like she had every right to touch him, like she owned him, and it felt like I was living a nightmare. My stomach dropped so suddenly I thought I might actually collapse right here between strangers. Then someone raised a glass. “Alright, everyone. Let the lovebirds have their moment.” Everyone turned their attention toward them. I watched as Jean pulled Marie a little closer, his hand settling at her waist as a small smile curved his lips. I couldn't breathe. I was literally gasping for air, still holding onto the cake like a pathetic fool. “Three years,” someone said loudly, voice like a sharp knife digging into my chest. “That’s not e

I retorted, staring directly into her eyes. She should see that I'm not joking. She should understand that I don’t associate with people who think mistreating others is acceptable, and I certainly don’t keep memories of those who made my life miserable. She gave an awkward laugh. “I think you might have forgotten who I am, but no worries, I don’t mind bringing your memory back. Three years ago, you married my son and then things went wrong, leading to your divorce,” She paused and took a step forward, causing me to instinctively step back.