Novel & Cerita I Disappeared Three Years The Day My Marriage Ended

When she saw me, Fiona rushed over, forcing down her anger as she demanded, "What do you mean by this?!" Ignoring her, I quickly went to Iris and wiped the blood from her face with my sleeve. "Where’s the marriage certificate?" Iris lowered her head and answered dully, "Torn up." Fiona yanked at me from behind, her eyes red. "Caleb! What do you mean?! I’m your wife!" I shook her off and reminded her coldly, "I remember saying we broke up." Maybe she remembered the night she hadn’t come home. Fiona’s expression shifted, then she quickly began crying, "We were together for three years! How can you treat me like this? Three years!

It never crossed Calista's mind that Lucian would suddenly agree to their divorce. She should be happy about it, right? She smiled triumphantly. "Thank you for granting my wish." She turned and left the gloomy place. When she got home, she prepared all the documents that were required. Then, she put them into her bag. She froze for a moment as she looked at the photo of them. It was taken on the day they registered their marriage. They were married for three years. Yet, this was the only photo of them together. Calista stared at the expressionless man in the photo and felt her heart break a little inside.

The wound in my heart felt fresh again. "Well, let's be honest here. I won't force you to believe me if you don't want to. It's been three years since I married him. At first, I thought my life would be happy because I'm with the man I've loved for so long. I've known him since we were young, and I fell in love with him. Luckily, the Moon Goddess played along, and we're fated mates, which is why we got married. I was so happy at that time, but that happiness was replaced by deep sadness and sorrow in my heart. My bright dreams were consumed by darkness, and I was trapped in a nightmare..." As I look back on what happened to me, I couldn't help but cry. Even now, it's hard to let go of the me

I woke up the next morning feeling good about myself. Today was the day I was going to sever all ties with James. It had been a long five years, and I had spent nearly all this time trying to get James to notice me, trying to get him to love me. Our love—no, not love. Our marriage was never a love story. It was never arranged. In fact, it wasn’t a marriage of any kind in the traditional sense. It was forced. We were married by constant pressures, by obligation. But today, today we finally got to sever all ties.

I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years. "Three years ago, when Vivian came back, she gave me a diary full of things about me," he explained. "I realized she'd loved me since we were kids. I liked her too, but she went abroad after high school, losing contact with me. I thought that was the end of us until three years ago when I saw what I'd missed." He paused and added, "But I was already with you. All I felt for her was childhood friendship. Then she told me she had cancer, and her last wish was to be my wife, so I..."

he said. "How long have we been married?" I asked and he leaned closer to me to plant a kiss on my cheek. "It's only been a year. You were married once before to a certain jerk who treated you like garbage and divorced you when he felt like it," he said and I gripped my white dress, more confusion clouding up my mind. I tried to remember something, anything at all. But nothing came to my mind. All I knew was my name. Nothing else. "You've been in a coma for three months. You should take things easy, he said, brushing my hair away from my shoulder, his fingers grazing the exposed curve of my neck.

he murmured. He remembered his past. The woman he loved before. The trust. The betrayal. How love broke him. How it made him weak. He promised himself never again. Never. “This marriage is just business,” he said aloud. “One year. Nothing more.” Yet when he closed his eyes… He saw Judy’s face. Quiet. Strong. Soft. He opened his eyes sharply. “No,” he said firmly. “I won’t make that mistake again.” The next morning came quietly. The house felt different.

The wives exchanged cards at the holidays and kept in touch through F******k. Unfortunately, my wife Edie divorced me after we’d been married for twenty-five years. We’d raised a family together and when the kids left home, we found we didn’t have the same interests anymore. She’d been unfaithful. I was willing to forgive but she lied to me which destroyed my trust.

The number hung in the air between us. "The marriage contract is for three years minimum," my father explained. "Play the role of Julian Blackwood's wife, attend the necessary events, maintain appearances. After three years, you can divorce him and walk away with three million dollars. Tax-free. Enough to start whatever life you want, anywhere in the world." I stared at the folder, my mind racing. Three million dollars. That was freedom. Real freedom, not the scraping, desperate kind I had been planning. With that money, I could go to graduate school, start a business, and never depend on anyone again.

Izaac Armani. The man I married through an arrangement between our families. The man who left the country the night of our wedding, just hours after the reception, claiming business needed him abroad. That was one year ago. One full year without a call or even a check-in text. It was as if as soon as he’d married me to gain access to his inheritance, he’d immediately erased me from his life. And handed me to his brother.