Farewell To My Contracted Life の小説・ストーリー

The places that once festered had recovered, and I no longer wanted to go back to how it was. “Mr. Brown,” I said calmly, “I have nothing left to say to Felix. Back then, I married him of my own free will, so the suffering I endured was my own doing. I just don’t want to keep making the same mistake. If possible, I hope to divorce him.” The moment the word divorce left my mouth, Felix finally lifted his eyes. “No. I don’t agree to a divorce.”

CHAPTER 29 – Zara’s POV I entered our room, where my son peacefully slept, his tear-stained face still visible. Forgiving Lucas for what he's done feels like an impossible task. The realization sinks in—it's too late now. Maybe there's some truth to the saying that when there's nothing left, our hearts simply give up. Tomorrow, I will start packing my belongings. I'm sorry, Lucas, but I can't bear to continue this anymore. I just want us to let go of each other.

What was such a highly official document doing in her room? He turned the scroll over and the small words written on it with a pen left his heart in shambles. I hope this proves that I am useful even without becoming a wolf-halfling. You failed to see the woman inside and only saw an outer shell. As for the contract, it is over and you can keep your money. Regardless of my absence, the people of Plane Woede deserve a beautiful future, the future your father wanted for them. Goodbye Wayne, for this is my last gift of love.

I opened the paper and there were not many words written on it. “Dear Nathaniel Blackwood, it’s a hundred days already which means the end of our marriage contract. So far, it was great having you to myself for a hundred days, but they say, good things don’t always come to us without a consequence.” “Well, the marriage contract is over now and I have packed my things and I have returned to my apartment, ready to go back to my previous life before you came in. When you are ready for us to divorce, please call me, let’s meet at the registry, and end the marriage just as we have planned from the beginning. From Rayner Carson.”

---I'm sincere. "Then verbalize what you're thinking right now."--- Asks.-- "The first thing that comes to your mind, without lying." I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I thought calmly, just felt and spoke what came first. "Tomorrow the wedding happens, after that we only have a couple more days and it's all over. You'll be gone, it will be as if we never met." "I hadn't thought of that."---harden his body.--- "It's being so good, I'm just living, I forgot about the contract or the time we still have together. Just living."

He was gone yes, but he was here, within these walls around me; he was behind that counter wearing a silly apron cooking us some dinner, I could almost see that small frown on his forehead while he had his mind fixed somewhere; he was in the air that I breathe; he was behind me, breathing down my neck while his big hands roamed the length of my torso unhurriedly. He was everywhere, and it fuckin' killed me. God, I missed him… I missed him so much, With a huge gulp of stilling breath, I walked forward to the counter and stared at the white papers with black engraving. The first one had huge bold letters, CONTRACT TERMINATION I swallowed through the lump in my throat, my eyes glossing even har

The thought of being reunited with them, brought a bittersweet solace to my cold heart. "Farewell, everyone," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the haunting silence that enveloped me. The words hung in the air like a solemn epitaph, a somber acknowledgment of the inevitable fate that seemed to loom before me. It was a moment of acceptance, a recognition that I was bound by forces beyond our control.

I probed further, seeking understanding with every word uttered. Gathering my thoughts and summoning courage, I composed myself before continuing with a sense of resolution in my tone. "You want to know what's really happening in my life, right?" I posed the question, allowing a moment of vulnerability to seep through my facade. "Okay, let me be clear," I asserted, mustering the strength to reveal a revelation that had been weighing on my conscience. "It was a contract marriage," I disclosed, the words carrying a profound impact as they escaped my lips. The weight of the confession lifted gradually as I assured the listener that there was no cause for concern since the contractual tie had re

My father did not hesitate when he stole my heart. Now I had given Marcus my life, just as they wanted me to. So why were they breaking down like this? [Master, the departure procedure is complete.] The system's mechanical voice spoke in my ear. I took one last look at my so-called family and turned away without hesitation. “Let's go. Farewell, and may we never meet again.”