Novel & Cerita Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death

"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."

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.

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

“No, no! Grandma was really important to me.” He held my hand, saying devotedly, “Could you please forgive me, Molly? Give me a chance to make it up to you. I know Grandma was worried about you, she wanted me to take care of you. Let’s get remarried, okay?” I pulled my hand out of his, saying slowly, “My grandma’s last wish was for me to divorce you and never see you again in my life.” The truth was, Grandma died before she could say anything to me.

" she asked cautiously, the last fragile thread of hope flickering in her eyes. I shook my head without hesitation. "No." The light in her eyes went out instantly. "Some wounds, once inflicted, can never be repaired." I stood up. "Take care." As I watched her walk away in a daze, I knew everything between us had finally reached its true end. Later, I heard that she moved to a small town in the south. She opened a small art studio and taught children how to paint. She never returned to Fort Canon again, but none of that had anything to do with me anymore.

“Let's end this.” I looked up at him, my heart pounding. “You're divorcing me, because you cheated?” Tears slipped from my eyes as I tried to fathom what was happening. I should have turned a blind eye to it as usual, I shouldn't have disturbed him. I should have kept quiet, acted dumb as usual and not been out of my league. Now what am I going to do if he truly divorce me ? How will I survive it!? “Don't start twisting things,” he said, his tone laced with coldness. “You've been useless since we got married. You can't even give me a child. My family was right about you.”

"Section four, subsection B." I flipped through the pages with shaking hands. The legal language swam before my eyes until I found it: “In the event of divorce before the completion of three (3) years of marriage, the party initiating dissolution shall forfeit all claims to marital assets, alimony, and shared property.” Three years. We had been married for two years and four months. "Eight months," I whispered. "Eight months," Jason confirmed. "You can survive eight months, Aria. You've survived two years of this."

Jotham opened his beautiful green eyes and then checked his wristwatch, "thank goodness you are awake, Julie. It's been three days since you've passed and I've not left your side since." "Who cares? Like you didn't cause all these? Where's that man you were punching blue-black? Where's my husband?" "Dr. T had promised to divorce you. You need to sign the divorce papers, Julie." "You must be insane. Why will I divorce my husband?" "Cause I'm the only man who can have you." "Where's is he? I need to see him." "Only after you have agreed to sign his divorce papers." "No. Why are you ruining my happy life, Jotham. Go for your 'Mirabel." Why are you this obsessed with me when you had me in the pa