Leaving Behind My Nine-year Marriage の小説・ストーリー

I chuckled coldly and raised my voice, saying, "For the past five years, I felt as though I was in a loveless marriage, Mason Longbright. I felt like a widow. I had thought of giving you a chance in the past, but you wasted it. "I've suffered too much both emotionally and physically for all these years. The only memories you left me with are painful ones. There's nothing worth remembering at all. "I only left because I was thoroughly exhausted with putting up with you. "I hope that you will let me go. Ending this marriage is the best and only choice for us now. "This is the final time I am meeting you. In other words, I'm also warning you that you are never to look for me again. Go back and

He had been waiting for me to surrender first, then he would get to put on a huge show about how he was grudgingly willing to let me return to his side. Never had he expected that I was actually being serious! I continued with derision dripping from my every word, "Besides, we've already broken up, so what I do or where I go has nothing to do with you anymore!" There was obvious panic in his voice as he cried out loudly, "Mari, I refuse to break up with you! We were together for nine years! How could you give up on that, just like that?" I laughed coldly. "So, you do remember that we were together for nine years? But then, how did you treat me?"

Would he be happy knowing he was going to be a father? Or would he be upset because I wasn't the woman he loved? "Really? Alright then. I have something to tell you too." I nodded. It had been hard for Nathan to share anything with me throughout our three years of marriage, and the fact that he was finally opening up to me filled me with so much joy. "Go ahead," I said. Nathan looked closely at my expression before responding with absolute certainty. "This marriage can't continue. I want a divorce." The hand I had slipped into my shirt pocket to pull out the test results suddenly went still. "What do you mean, Nathan?"

m. Sometimes, I had nightmares and called out to my parents. He would hold onto me for the entire night without letting go. Once, I mentioned that I liked a certain red wine, and he bought an entire winery for me. During the second year of our marriage, he threw the contract into the fireplace. The fires ate away the paper bit by bit. Then, he hugged me and whispered, “Our marriage is not fake anymore at this point, right? Can I really call you my wife now?”

Completely, utterly wrong. I could survive a loveless marriage. But I would not bring my child into this nest of manipulation and cold calculation. I would not let my baby grow up with a father who would sooner see us both gone. My grip tightened on my dress over my stomach. The despair burned away behind my eyes and left something cold and clear in its place. This time, I was really done.

All Jonas said was, “Wait here for me and reflect on yourself, Jeanine.” After a brief pause, I said, “Go ahead. Your work comes first.” Celine turned around and smirked at me, her expression smug and piercing. Before this, I would have stopped them, saying, “No! Jonas is mine. I can’t let him leave with another woman.” I used to think our marriage of eight years would last forever as long as I continued to contribute in silence, giving him all my patience and understanding.

I felt like I had just left the place yesterday, but things were different now. There was no turning back for the marriage. I could never accept sharing my husband with another woman. As I packed my stuff and was about to leave, I suddenly heard someone unlocking the door…

just to satisfy his desire for Vivian. I sat in my executive chair, staring at the stack of papers on my cold desk. My fingers trembled as I touched the white folder containing the draft of the divorce papers. The marriage I had built with sweat and tears had only lasted five years. Five years that now felt like a failed investment. The promise to stay loyal until death, which he once said with teary eyes, now sounded like the most hollow joke I had ever heard. Knock, knock. The door slowly opened. Levia, my most loyal personal assistant, stepped in with a worried expression.

“Please don't say that.” “Why not?” Olivia snapped. “Elena, that's cheating. There's no excuse for that.” I shook my head weakly. “You don't understand.” “Then help me understand,” Olivia said, her tone softer now but firm. I hesitated again. I couldn't tell her the truth—that my marriage was a contract, that the lines between obligation and emotion were already blurred beyond recognition. So I chose my words carefully. “Our marriage… It's complicated,” I said slowly. “Not everything is as simple as it looks from the outside.”

I know you might be angry with me or feel like I abandoned you. But sweetheart, I need you to know something clearly: I did not leave you. I could never leave you. I left a marriage that wasn't working, but I would never, ever leave my daughter. Your father and I could not make each other happy. We tried for a long time, but sometimes two people just aren't right for each other. That's sad and it's hard, but it's also just the truth. We couldn't keep living together and pretending everything was fine.