Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death Novels & Stories

I managed to get here, but the god who answered me just left like that. What if I were a thief, huh? Kicking nonexistent stones, I walked around the sanctuary looking for another god; hopefully, this one would be helpful. I felt like I had been searching for hours, and I was past my breaking point, clutching my stomach and taking a deep breath in. "MIALL!" I screamed into the might-as-well-be empty sanctuary. "If you don't get your ass out here now, I'm divorcing you!" How do I divorce a deceased person?

“You and Monique got married five years ago and just got divorced. She couldn't accept it. She couldn't accept the fact that you finally chose Elise because the two of you have a child together, so she pushed you into the road, and you were hit by a car. Don't you remember any of that?” “Bullshit.” I turned to leave. “You divorced her because she was also cheating on you for years,” she continued, her voice steady even though I could hear the desperation in it. “Every time you went on business trips, she was seeing another man. Don’t you remember that?” I froze.

She also received a substantial settlement, far more than Ronan wanted to give, thanks to Alex’s team exposing hidden assets. On the day the divorce was finalized, Sarah walked out of the courtroom holding Shenina’s hand. Ronan stood on the steps, glaring at her with pure hatred. “You think this is victory?” he spat. “That little settlement won’t last. And your stupid fashion dream? You’ll be broke within six months. Then you’ll come crawling back, begging me to take you in again. Remember my words, Sarah. Without the Vexler name, you are worthless.” Sarah looked at him one last time. “Goodbye, Ronan.”

He answered on the fourth ring. "I'm at the hospital." I kept my voice flat, calm. "Josie's condition is escalating. The Doctor found a treatment that could actually help her but we need to move on it quickly and I need, " "Stop." His voice bored in a way that had always made me feel like I was standing on ice. "Stop doing this." "Cole, " "You call me every time you want to delay the divorce. I'm not stupid, Gwen." The word divorce landed between us with its full weight.

System messages appeared immediately. [You haven't finished the mission yet?] "Of course it's not over yet, please stop pushing, I'm under a lot of pressure." [You must complete the mission within three years, or you won't be able to return and we'll be like this forever.] The system reminded Annie and also threatened her. [The divorce mission is simple, but why can't you get it done sooner? Most players complete the divorce task very quickly, almost in a week, then they spend the rest of the time to be in love or take the second mission. You are the first exception ever.]

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

I said, my voice now eerily calm—the kind of calm that comes after a storm has destroyed everything. Bastian fell silent for a moment. He hadn’t expected those words to come out so quickly. But instead of panicking, he let out another dry, mocking laugh. He stepped closer again, trying to touch my cheek, but I immediately pulled away in visible disgust. “Casandra, we’ll only be divorced for three months. Don’t worry—once I get bored with Vivian, I’ll marry you again!” The words slipped so lightly from his mouth, as if marriage and divorce were nothing more than a game. As if I were supposed to sit on the sidelines while he tried something new, then welcome him back when he was done.

“Be my personal chef for three years and I’ll accept your request.” She frowned as a sarcastic grin spread across her face. “The law says that a married couple can request for divorce after living separately for two years. Since you don’t want to divorce me today, I can just keep waiting. Two years will go by in the twinkling of an eye. I have all the time in the world.” Then, she peeled her hand away from his and turned around to leave.

“And I don't care about her. Last time I checked, I own this house, not you or her.” With that, I entered my car and drove out of my estate. Just then, my phone rang with a notification and I connected it to my car's bluetooth monitor. My lips twitched with a sad smile when I saw the subject of the notification; Jocelyn and Eduardo's fourth marriage anniversary. “Time really does fly by, huh?” I chuckled mirthlessly before exhaling heavily and turning the monitor off. Three months had passed since I divorced Jocelyn and to say I was miserable was a complete understatement.

It tastes like nothing. While my marriage to Ella wasn't one I thought about often, I never had any intention to divorce her, either. She was reliable. She was sensible. She was pleasant to live and share a bed with. Yet, here we are, divorced after three years. It was an odd pang and emotional battle that my body underwent last night while I tried to sleep. "I can't go on talking about being some sad, heartbroken man. The world barely knew we were married!" I try to reason. Yet, that doesn't seem to make me feel any different in the slightest.