Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death Novels & Stories

"Do you not understand basic English or do you need me to spell it out for you? I am the one fucking your husband and I'm the one taking over your name once you're thrown out!" Shaking terribly, I turned to my husband, hoping all this is just a crazy joke. "Blake?" "It's over, Scarlett." Blake's voice was flat, like he was ending a business call. "Divorce papers are being finalized. You'll get the condo in Westside, a monthly allowance for two years. More than fair, considering the circumstances." I clutched the wilting flowers against my chest. "Circumstances?" "Don't be deliberately obtuse," Blake snapped, his patience visibly thinning. "Three years. Three wasted years waiting for you to d

Today is the day. The day that I am finally divorcing my husband. The thought should have hurt more. Three years ago, Genevieve Everhart would have cried at the idea of divorce. Two years ago, she would have begged for another chance. A year ago, she might have stayed awake all night wondering what she had done wrong. Today, in three hours, twenty-seven minutes, and fourteen seconds, my marriage will officially cease to exist. I’ve honestly waited thirty days for this moment.

"The nurse just called me. What's up with you? Don't be so…" He suddenly fell silent. His gaze swept past the empty bed and landed on the nightstand, where a document sat. "Divorce Settlement Agreement" were the words at the top of the first page. Beside the document lay the aftercare instructions for miscarriage. On top of the divorce papers was the wedding ring I had never once taken off. Beneath the ring was a note. Zachary stiffly pulled it out. I had written the sentence down with all my energy. The note read, "Zachary, your inability to let go of her killed our child."

I'm sure Nyla would be grateful to us for ending the treatment. I would always blame my parents for picking them up in the first place, a bunch of ungrateful brats. I was so happy Naya got what was coming to her now she had to spend the rest of her life with that creep, or at least three years. The contracts stated that divorce could only happen after three years of marriage and three years was a long time. “I can't wait to see how drained and disgusting she looks,” I said to myself smiling from ear to ear

"How did you…" "You signed this." I pushed the contract toward him. "Right here. Your signature, witnessed by pack elders. Do you remember what you agreed to?" He didn't answer. "Let me read it to you." I pulled out the relevant page. "'In the event of the death of one partner, the surviving spouse shall enter a period of mourning for no less than three and a half years. During this time, they shall not enter into a new romantic union or contract of marriage.'" I looked up at him. "My mother died in May 2004. You married Sabrina in September 2005. Seventeen months. Not three and a half years. Seventeen months."

“When are we divorcing? The incident three years ago has already passed…” Mark Tremont’s gaze seemed like violent ocean waves crashing against each other. “Divorce? Do you think that I’ve married you to conceal what happened three years ago? Hah… I’ve said that you don’t have to ever think about escaping from me this lifetime. The retribution of your sins has just begun!”

Her hand went to her belly, as if to hide the baby that was already growing in her belly. Nathan stood there silent as he looked at her, refusing to let her tears sway him. He sighed deeply and said, “Ava, the prenuptial contract specifically stated that we are allowed to get divorced after three years, a fact you would have known if you actually read it.” “That is not reason enough for you to divorce me, Nathan; I know you, and for the last year you have not been the same person I lived with for the first two years of our marriage,” Ava said, forcing herself to walk towards him.

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.

I said coldly and she blinked taking her gaze back to the file. "We get a divorce after three years?" she asked after reading the clause. "Yes, After three years you forfeit your title as my Luna and file for a divorce, i don't plan to spend the rest of my life with you, do you?" I answered and her gaze retreated immediately. She didn't think I would make her my mate and be with her for the rest of my fucking life like fated mates, Did she? Never. I don't believe in such. "And my child?" she asked again, her eyes got glossy shockingly.