Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death Novels & Stories

“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.

"It's barely even up to three months" "I can't continue in this loveless marriage" Avery sneered. "If I can recall clearly, I lost my baby and I almost died three weeks ago." "This marriage should lasts one year before we can divorce. Leaving now would only be a breach of the contract." "Breach of the contract." A dry chuckle escaped her lips. "Anthony I almost died that night, I lost my baby." Avery paused like she was waiting for her words to sink down.

He replied. " Okay, got it! One more thing, You know about that clause in my grandfather's will. To get my share in the property, I need to get married before being 27. I am 26 years, and 3 months old and I am married. So if I get a divorce after 6 months, will I get my share? " Mihir asked and I was shocked to hear it. " I am afraid, you will have to stay married for at least those 9 months till you are 27 and complete all the clauses in the will. You can think of initiating the process only after that. "

EMMA'S POV The streets blurred around me as I wandered aimlessly, trying to make sense of what the heck I'd witnessed. My chest felt hollow, like there was a hole in it. Maybe love did kill after all. He actually gave me this divorce on our third anniversary. I thought. I stopped in my tracks, my breath hitching. My anniversary. Our anniversary. While I had been thinking about us, about him, he had been planning… this? To divorce me? And break my heart?

Kristel, on the other hand, finished her glass of fresh milk, bacon, three toasted buttered bread, and a bowl of vegetable salad. Seeing she was still in the mood to eat after she signed the divorce papers somewhat upset him, and he could not pinpoint why he felt it in the first place when he clearly emphasized the terms in the contract he drafted himself and signed by Kristel before they registered their marriage to the Civil Registrar Office. Their marriage would only last one year unless he fell in love with Kristel. Before he could get an answer to his doubts, Fiona returned. “I’m off to work.” “Hummed. Have a safe drive.”

Sydney nibbled on her lips and rubbed her knee. Theresa frowned, " You didn't say yes? " " That's because he didn't ask any questions... I think." Sydney got up and exhaled. " I just got divorced a month or two ago, how do you expect me to get into another relationship? " " But—" " I was married for eleven years, Theresa; I've been in love with Gavin since I was a sophomore in high school. Do you think it's that easy to move on?" She exhaled again.

Aria’s POV It had been three years since I walked down the aisle and became Aria Thompson. Three years since Richard and I exchanged vows in front of hundreds of well-dressed guests. Three years since I chose to become his wife and suffered the consequences of my mistake! Yes, it’s a mistake I made because he warned me about it! He said he wouldn’t love me, and after three years, I realized he wasn’t kidding at all! For three years, he never opened his heart to me and he kept waiting for his greatest love.

Teddy asked her again. “What do you want me to say to you? That it’s our fourth wedding night when you would never look at me? Stay away from me, Alpha Teddy. It’s over between us and I’m going to pursue the divorce tomorrow morning,” Charlotte shouted back, as she raised her voice at Teddy.