Novel & Cerita Leaving Behind My Nine-year Marriage

She sang the song for eight minutes, and it made me think of the eight years I had spent with her. I had had a crush on Celia since college. It had been a full eight years from college to starting work. During that time, she was constantly entangled with her first love, and I tolerated it. She was forced to marry me for her family's company, and I tolerated that as well. Now, looking at my furious parents in the distance and at Celia and Shane gazing at each other with deep affection, I suddenly wanted to put a stop to it all. Perhaps sensing that something was off with me, Celia put down the microphone and slowly approached me. "Zane Lindell, forgive me. Shane said that it's the last time.

However, the girl he once loved in his youth would never again see him as the boy she loved. "Twelve years ago, I confessed to you beneath a ginkgo tree. Twelve years later, I'm asking you to marry me beneath one." A proposal. I almost laughed. So he did know we were divorced, and not just once, but nine times. I'd spent eight long years clinging to those beautiful memories. In the end, all they brought me was a ninth divorce. Those memories had turned into a joke to me. They were the beginning of every pain I hated most today.

As I begin to share the painful details of my failed marriage, each word feels like a weight lifted off my chest. "I thought... I thought he could love me too, but it was always Megan in his heart. I was just a convenience." My voice is cracking. "That day... after we made love, he asked me to end our marriage. It was like a slap in the face. And then he left... He left me there, alone, to be with Megan." Nancy pats my back, trying to give me some comfort. "You deserve love, respect, and happiness, my dear. Don't ever forget that. It's time to focus on yourself and rebuild your life, free from the turmoil of this relationship."

"I was laid up in the hospital for over ten days just getting patched up. The day I got out, Isak offered to come get me. I told him no. I've had Maria handling the handover for me, on the quiet. My flight's in three days. Now there's just one last piece of business before I'm gone. I took a cab back to our downtown penthouse. The moment I walked in, the familiar decor felt suffocating. Every object was a reminder of this sham of a marriage—our photo on the living room table, his things on the vanity, the vase from our honeymoon in Italy. I started with the photos. I pulled them from their frames, one by one, looking at the girl who still believed in fairy tales. Our wedding photo, me beamin

In the background, I could hear Anne’s sweet voice asking him how the soup she’d made tasted. It struck me then—years ago, when Evan was trying to win me over, he’d worried about how I often skipped meals while studying. He’d show up at the library with homemade soup in a brightly pink thermos, the cheerful hue completely at odds with his serious demeanor. His smile back then was as warm and radiant as the summer sun filtering through the green leaves overhead. But those moments were long gone, scattered like fallen leaves, leaving nothing but the ache of faded sincerity. I pushed aside my lingering sadness and said calmly, "If you don’t come back right now, I’m filing for divorce."

This time, Angela refused to take them and instead demanded, "After nine years of marriage, are you really going to give it all up?" "Yes," I replied. There was only calm in my eyes. Angela could no longer stir any emotion in me. Looking back, those nine years felt utterly wasted. The employees were stunned. They whispered among themselves, casting glances between Angela and me with sudden realization. I had imagined countless ways our relationship might become public—but never like this. "Ms. Reed and Mr. Pearson were actually married for nine years?" "Wait. Doesn't that make Mr. Hayden the homewrecker?"

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

The three of them stood there together—the picture of a loving, united family There I was, the bitter and villainous outsider. As I looked at them, I couldn't help but feel like the last ten years of my marriage had been a joke. I didn't say another word. Instead, I hailed a taxi and left. As the car pulled away, I caught one last glimpse in the rearview mirror of Samuel holding Sienna and Evelyn dabbing at her eyes beside them. Back at the house, I started packing. I'd bought this place before we got married, and it was in my name alone.

The nurse that came with them said to him, I didn't bother raising my head till they were gone, I finally closed the laptop and sighed deeply, it's been eight fucking years why does it hurt seeing him happily married, he left me and got married to someone else while I suffered through thick and thin, under the rain under the sun, and he still had the guts to appear in front of me?

"He doesn't want me anymore. He left. He went abroad." Before anyone could react, she suddenly sprinted at a pillar and slammed her head into it. Blood gushed instantly. She hit the ground and didn't get back up. By the time the ambulance showed, she was already gone. The news cut off there. I let out a quiet sigh and switched off the TV. *** In Carmoria, I met someone real—a beautiful woman who became my wife. We had twins, a boy and a girl, thanks to IVF, and grew old together, side by side, all the way into gray hair.