Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

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."

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.

"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."

"Don't count yourself the only smart, Serena. Millie's missing and at the same time, your aunt and uncle started their holidays. Do you really think I can't figure out who Millie is with?" The truth caught me off guard. I felt my heart bleeding again. He'd known where Millie was for a long time, so our divorce was no longer a threat to him. So, it was truly because of Catherine that he finally agreed to the divorce. He cared about Millie, he cared about Andy, he cared about Catherine, but never including me.

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.