Leaving Behind My Nine-year Marriage Novels & Stories

After that bloody massacre, I desperately longed for a home. So, when my wolf awakened and recognized Drew, I didn't hesitate to form a mate bond with him, even though he had nothing to his name. I naively believed that hard work alone would improve this family. Instead, he rushed to the battlefield on the day of our wedding and vanished for three years. Then, Leo came along. He used to be a pup who could make everyone go soft. "Where have you been this past month, Jenny?" Leo asked. I remained silent.

I'm not the problem. And tomorrow morning, over breakfast, in our designer kitchen with our marble countertops and our organic coffee and our carefully curated life, I'm going to watch him try to explain this away. I'm going to watch him smile and smooth talk and make this somehow my fault. And for the first time in six years, I'm not going to let him. My phone buzzes. The screenshots I sent myself. Evidence I never thought I'd need to collect. Evidence of a marriage that died long before tonight, I just didn't want to see it.

"Very well, Evelyn. Once we get Alexander's signature, we just have to wait for the court's mandatory waiting period to pass before the decree is final." I hung up, staring at the soapy sponge in my hand. It was ridiculous to end my two-decade-long marriage during my counter cleaning. Meanwhile, on the massive 85-inch flat-screen in the living room, a prime-time business channel was airing an interview with the "Entrepreneur of the Year."

Her voice was hoarse as she said, “Yara, we’ll find your dad together and apologize to him.” After ending her marriage with Nathan, Moon had no authority to order others to look for him. She had no choice but to hold Yara and knock on Julian’s office door. Julian looked at them in surprise. Their faces were pale and lifeless. “Moon, what’s wrong with you two?” Moon’s voice was hoarse. “Sir, my husband was upset with me and left home. Can you help find out where he went?” Julian frowned, looking at her in surprise.

That one year was the luckiest year of my life. It wasn't perfect. But it was good. For once, I wasn't just surviving. I was finally moving forward. Then one stupid mistake destroyed everything. I thought that was rock bottom. I was wrong. Because of that same mistake, I somehow ended up married to my former boss. Now we had to live together for ninety days before we could even begin the divorce process. You'd think that would be enough suffering for one person. Apparently not. I got drugged and probably almost raped.

“Mallory, do you really think everyone here is stupid? I’ve used that same excuse nine times. Do you expect me to say it a tenth time too?” Mallory’s expression darkened immediately. She said with displeasure, “As you said, nine times. So, what is one more? You won’t even say something to defend Ruth. Is your love for her even real?” She spoke as if the request were perfectly justified. Over the past two years, ever since Ruth’s adopted brother, Peter Conroy, returned home, we had gotten married and divorced nine times. Every single time, she gambled our marriage against Peter in some bet.

and now you're hurting me? I took a step back, keeping a safe distance between us. We were both soaked up to this point, and the rain was only getting worse. "You know what, when I married you, I had a deep feeling that I could bring my old Richie back, but now I realize he died fourteen years ago and will never return. Money has completely killed him." I took a step backwards. "But don't worry, you can't call this embarrassment as your wife because I'm going to tell our fathers that I don't want to stay in this marriage because I'm suffocating in it."

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.

"But, Lewis, I've never thought about leaving you." I ignored the first part of her statement, but I believed the latter. After all, no one could fulfill the role of the son-in-law in the Chancers family better than me. But what did it matter? I didn't marry her out of love. "Don't dwell on it," I said with a blank expression, looking at her. "Let's just sign the papers and part ways amicably. That's the best conclusion for us." Linda's voice grew hoarse as she shouted at me, "Fourteen years, and you're willing to disregard our history like this? Lewis, don't forget! Without the Chancers family, without your identity as my husband, you're nothing!"

“You’re being dramatic. Cassidy needed immediate attention.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “I was thrown on a rooftop…” I stopped, swallowing the words. He wouldn’t care. “The wedding is off. I’m not marrying Jude Morrow.” “You’re being selfish, ungrateful,” Father snapped. “After everything we’ve done for you, after the life we’ve given you.” “The life Mother gave me,” I corrected. “Everything comes from her family, her money. You’ve just been spending it.” His hand twitched, and I feared he might strike me.