Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death Novels & Stories

Some things had to be destroyed before anything new could begin. After leaving Lakeview Estates, Nina dialed a number. It belonged to someone she hadn’t contacted in three years. She had deleted every trace of this person’s contact information and once thought this person would never speak to her again. But to her surprise, the call was answered after only a few rings. The voice on the other end was cold. “Hello?” “It’s Nina Walker.” “I know. What do you want?” “Jane,” Nina said, her voice thick and unsteady. “I’m getting a divorce.”

She gave me motherly advice I took unserious. It’s not too late. I can still start all over again. I am just 32. I can still start another life and get out of the trenches. Who Harley belongs to is not the subject of the matter. I want to get married to another man and live a sweet marital life. I will give an answer to my daughter when necessary in the future. I can’t imagine seeing Harley growing up hating me, so I kept the divorce and other necessary records for future purpose.

he asked. Nina continued, "I heard it all. You married me for the shares in Grandpa's hands. After three years, you can get that share. That's why you agreed to divorce after three years. I'm just a pawn in your hands. Once you're done using me, you can discard me, right? So why haven't you divorced yet? Is there a new use for me?"

No, I meant the man I’d been married to for over three years now. We were arranged to each other three years ago and while I had to do it because it was in my father’s will as his last wish, he had to do it because only then would his father give him the full ownership of the companies home and abroad. The stipulation for the marriage was three years because they thought we would ‘fall in love’, and we were three years into our marriage three months ago. He also got his ownership three months ago and I had been waiting for the divorce papers since then. Look! here it was.

"Who told you this Bella? Who?!" "Why? You're afraid that I'll continue asking for you to not divorce me?" I smiled sarcastically even though my heart was already bleeding. "Well you're wrong Mr. De Villa, definitely not right. Whether you like it or not, we're going to divorce. I will never hold on to a marriage that died three years ago. Our time for each other was already dead." As the curtain dances from the wind, the moon's light kissed Black's unreadable expression. The window was not close so the cold breeze went inside the luxurious yet sorrowful room.

So, I was supposed to erase the past three years? He did not cheat, so I was just overreacting. He finally came back, so I had to swallow all my grievances from those three years. Just a few hours ago, he had left with Natalie. It was right after saying that he would stay and plant flowers with me. He had waited for my answer. None of his words counted. “Orion, we’re already divorced.” “That’s impossible.” Orion denied it immediately. “I never signed any divorce papers.” “We were separated for three years. That already counts as a divorce under the law.”

"Before today, I didn't know you were that man I slept with that day. But now that I know, it messes a lot of things up." I began. James narrowed his eyes and walked over to his desk, but said nothing. The silence urged me to continue. "In the marriage contract, there's a clause that says we will get divorced after three years, and the baby will be mine," I said as gently as possible. James sprang to his feet, eyes wide open.

I'm Brad. I'm 31, I had just recently gotten divorced from my wife after seven years of marriage. Luckily, we had no children and we split as friends. I had bought my house when I was 22, right after landing a good job, so when my wife left, I kept it.

Who is always there for YOU when you call but the favor is rarely if ever returned? My uncle Greg had been married and divorced four times. FOUR. His third marriage only lasted a few months and yet in their divorce gave his wife over a half million bucks, they didn’t even have kids! And yet with each divorce, my mom was going over to coddle him. Make him soup, watch tv with him or whatever the hell they did.

Arella I COULDN’T help but think of how happy I was when my ex-husband proposed to me three years ago. A month later we get married. Now, I was staring down at the Manila envelope that had been inside my drawer for eight months. My final divorce papers. Taking a deep breath, I tore open the package. There it was—nothing but black and white. My marriage was over. And I already saw him with a woman in his arms a month after the divorce had been finalized.