Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death Novels & Stories

She quickly answered it. "Hello." "Key, it's me," Grey's voice came from the other end. "Grey." "I've instructed my lawyer to handle our divorce. You'll get what you want." Grey explained from the other side. "Really?!" "I hope you're happy. My wife Keyara has been dead for two and a half years. It seems I need to earnestly learn to forget her. I hope you find happiness. I hope we won't meet again, at least not anytime soon."

"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.”

You can be with your first love, and I can finally live my own life. I sighed, trying to push him away, but he tightened his hold, pulling me firmly back into his arms. He pressed his chin against my shoulder, his tone commanding. "I said I don't want a divorce. As for Nicole, I can explain. I don't love her anymore. "After three years together, haven't you sensed my feelings for you? Sure, at first, I didn't care for you, but things changed. Somewhere along the way, I realized I had fallen for you—and only you."

His body was worn down by indulgence, so he was absolutely no match for Noah. I took hold of Noah, who was still eager to fight, and left without looking back even once. I treated Harvey exactly the way he had treated me countless times before. It didn't take long for the divorce proceedings to go through, as I received the divorce certificate the following month. Harvey and I no longer had anything to do with each other from that moment on. I received a large monetary gift from someone back in Caldoria on the day of my wedding. I knew exactly who it was from, but it was simply too late for gestures like that. I didn't need it anymore.

The first time we divorced, I had lost control and thrown his things out of the house. By the fourth divorce, I begged him to leave his luggage behind, terrified he might never return. The eighth time, I had learned to pack his things obediently, careful not to upset him. My breakdowns, my pleas, and my obedience always brought him back to me. Each time, he honored his promises. And each time, we divorced again, just like before. Three days ago, he had given me a gift. It wasn't expensive, but it was thoughtful—a necklace in a style I liked.

CHAPTER ONE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me It was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a