I Disappeared Three Years The Day My Marriage Ended Novels & Stories

I just kept walking. But in that moment, something became very clear. There was no longer any place for me in this house. And this marriage, three years of it, was about to reach its real ending.

He gave a small nod and stepped back, waiting. I reached forward, flipping through the pages. My name was already typed neatly on the signature line. All I had to do was sign. Just a signature. That was it. I picked up my pen but didn’t move. My grip tightened around it as I stared at the paper in front of me. Three years. I spent three years with her, thinking I knew the woman I married. Then everything fell apart. The memory hit me like a punch to the gut. Lydia. Standing in the middle of that room. Her hands wrapped around the gun.

It reminded me of that winter three years ago, when Tanya had been cornered in her own home. “Does it really have to come to this, Callum? I thought I meant the world to you. You promised to take care of me forever… “Sarah is so little. Do you want her to grow up without a father? “Just come back, and I’ll get rid of Gavin. You can run the business however you see fit. Please?” I traced my ring finger. The pale indentation was a ghostly reminder of the three years spent in the shadows of our marriage. However, time could heal it all.

On my wedding day with Jack Miller, he ran off with his first love As if to taunt me, he would send a photo of himself with her from every new destination they visited. I was getting a manicure and enjoying imported French pastries with my afternoon tea when I received their ninety-ninth photo. But after three years of absence, Jack suddenly returned. He pointed at my wedding photo with someone else and shouted, “How dare you fool around with another man while I was gone!"

She was always convinced that my love for her was insufficient. As I watched her retreating figure, a pain settled in my chest. Jenny kept provoking conflict between Ellie and me, and I wanted nothing more than for her to disappear forever. … When I returned home that night, I paused in front of the wedding photo on the wall and found myself staring at it. Ellie's eyes in the photo were full of love, while my own expression looked restrained and distant. Our marriage was a marriage of convenience, and back then, I had jumped into it on impulse. But over the years we spent together, I had fallen for her, slow and sure.

She never typed or wrote out his name. Towards the last page, they found out about how and why the marriage ended as it read, "I devoted my life to that scumbag for three years. I loved him. A week after our third year anniversary together, I lost my fidelity to him as a result of a cruel ruthless conspiracy I fell into. The conspiracy and trap were laid down by his mother and sister who apparently were my mother in-law and sister-in-law respectively.

“NightThread, didn’t you also go silent for almost three years?” “Not you insulting Designer X after disappearing for years yourself.” I paused on the name. NightThread. Of all the voices that returned, this was the one that didn't surprise me. I let the comment sit there for a while before replying. “Attention was never the point. And some things don't get the luxury of choice in disappearing.” Three years ago, I got married out of what I thought was love. I ended up investing everything into that relationship, and lost touch with everything I used to enjoy,

I smiled, holding out my hand. "It's only been two months, and you've already forgotten me?" She let out a tipsy little laugh, tears shimmering in her eyes. "No, it's just you look younger and prettier. You and Harry got married, right?" I shrugged. "We broke up." She ordered a drink for me and slid it over. "Then have one on me. Cheers to getting rid of that piece of trash."

When he disappeared into the crowd, I crouched behind a pillar at the station and finally let myself sob. That night, I went back to the apartment Ethan and I had built for our marriage, one last time. He was on the couch going through case files. He looked up and smiled. "You're home." I sat across from him and looked at the face I'd loved for eight years. He was still that handsome, and he still looked like he loved me. "Ethan. If I weren't here one day, what would you do?" He put the files down, came over, and pulled me into his arms.

Three years ago, while I was burning myself out in the lab to save Adrian's company, he was out there, strolling through shops with Evelyn. While I was forcing myself to keep working despite a critical medical notice, he was planning surprises for Evelyn. When I returned home full of excitement with the core technology, he was letting another woman trample me into the mud. How could a person like that even understand what love was? William handed me a thermos. "Stop thinking about all that nonsense. Mom made you some truffle chicken soup. Drink it now."