Farewell To My Contracted Life Novels & Stories

I said before I looked at him with a serious eyes. “Give me the contract,” I added. He gave me the contract, I didn’t read it since it’s quite long and I just put my signature on the end of the contract. Paul don’t deserve that girl knowing her attitude when she’s in front of their parents. Paul deserve someone who’s nice with or without problem especially when they are in front of their parents. “Are you sure?” he asked. “My friend is waiting for me,” I said instead of answering his question. “O-oh yeah, sorry.” He started the engine.

Cold and detached. Our contract sealing our fate. Love lost in a sea of hurt and regret. ###############

He was just trying to sound okay. “I’ll be back soon.” He said to me and ended the call. I sighed the moment I dropped the phone on the bed. I realized it was time for me to start making things right, starting from the context we both signed. I opened the safe and brought out the signed contract. Looking at the paper brought back memories from that day. I really wanted to do something that’ll make Tristan know that I’m capable of the job because I needed money for my mom’s medication. I didn’t know my life was going to end up becoming like this, so much ups and downs. And many things that I don’t even want to think about right now.

All I want to do for now is cry all the hurt. I am not his Contract Wife, I was his mistress. Great, Lily!

We were now bound by nothing but a contract. It was funny how the entire ceremony had become a fool’s play now. I would be out of his life in a year from now. “I just want to get this fucking over with,” he’d said over my face as though I was the problem in his life. So signing the contract had seemed like the better option. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this bored, Gina,” I groaned, rolling around on the couch in the living room. “You cleaned the entire room. Are you sure you’re bored and not just tired?” Gina asked.

But are they for me anymore? While I stood there, all I could see was the letter she wrote to me, word for word, they kept coming back. “I DON'T WANT TO PUT YOU THROUGH ANY OF MY MESS, LAST I REMEMBER, OUR CONTRACT HAS ENDED, AND I DON'T YOU TO PAY ME, YOU'VE DONE MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR I AND MY KIDS, I GO BACK TO CONRI, WHERE I ONCE BELONG, I BROUGHT THIS MESS UNTO MYSELF, LET ME FACE IT ALONE, YOU HAVE A CHANCE TO MOVE ON, AND BE HAPPY, MARRY SOMEONE ELSE, LOVE SOMEONE ELSE. BUT DO NOT EVER FORGET THE LOVE WE SHARED, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE, AND I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU,”

I know it's not all your fault so I'll find a way to make it go away. I want to finish the contract. I don't want to act like your wife and show other people that I love you so much because it seems like it's already happening. It's true that I love you Redemon. Don't worry because it will go away too, that's why I'm doing it now. The money you pay me, don't worry I will return it to you little by little. Let me get out first and I promise you that I will pay you. That's all. When you read this, I hope you don't look for me anymore. Let me think first. Until then, take care of yourself. Goodbye… …

I whispered, pressing the shard to my forehead. It was cold. Sharp. Real. Unlike me. “I’m so f**king sorry…” My voice cracked—fully, violently, ugly. My breath trembled as I leaned back against the desk, lungs burning like I’d run a marathon through fire. My gaze dropped to the floor. The termination contract sat there, half-crumpled, a signature at the bottom. My signature. Forcing her out of my life. Erasing her. A death sentence. Hers. Mine.

He could always marry another wife for his grandmother’s sake. I paced around the room, then I suddenly stopped when a thought hit me. “Our contract is going to end after a year, and he said we’ll go our separate ways. What if he kills me after our contract ends because of what I just overheard?” I said out loud. I placed my hand on my racing chest, unable to slow it down. I did not want to die. I was too young to even die. I wanted to live long and enjoy life, not a short life.