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

"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.

He truly thought the problem was something that could be replaced. A new tree for the one my parents planted. A returned necklace for the place I had given back. “Mark, I didn’t leave because of the tree.” His grip tightened around the velvet case. “Then tell me what you want.” “Nothing from you.” That struck harder than anger would have. “You’re my wife.” “I was.” “You are.” “No.” My voice stayed even. “I spent nine years standing beside you, protecting your name, accepting your rules, and forgiving things I should have walked away from the first time.”

"Why the sudden change of heart? If anything, I thought you would have insisted on firing me" "I'm only telling you this so you understand why I'm afraid for Zander and not myself" she sighed "I've been married to my husband for more than ten years but we've only spent two together. Nine years ago I left because his mother pushed me down the stairs" "Excuse me?" he hadn't seen that coming. He knew about their separation but he thought she'd left because Carter had cheated on her with Miss Brown.

The words Divorce Agreement blurred immediately as tears hit the page. I stood there for a long time, staring at them. At last, I folded the papers and put them away. I could not stay here anymore. I did not want this family anymore. I was going to leave the Vieri family, and I was going to leave Serafina. If no one had ever truly wanted me from the start, then I would be the one to walk away.

"You know how many shares you hold, and you have the gall to accuse me of forgery?" I raised my voice, "This company belonged to my family, and it still belongs to it even now! I am the Jeffersons' only heir! Do you really think it's odd that I have 80% of the shares?" Finally, my eyes turned to Matthew. His face was twisted with rage. Calmly, I spoke. This time, I would crush his soul. "Matthew, the marriage we had was nothing but a business deal. Have you ever wondered why I picked you out of all the eligible candidates and gave you 2% of my shares?"

“Don’t play with me. You think you can just throw divorce papers at me and vanish into thin air? That after nine years of marriage, you can just, just disappear?” Marcelline leaned back in her chair, the corner of her lip curving ever so slightly. Not a smile. Not warmth. Something sharper. “We've talked about this. I didn’t vanish. I walked out. You just never thought I would.” The air between them crackled. His fingers twitched at his side. “You don’t get to decide when it ends,” he snapped. Her brows lifted, mocking. “Oh? And you do? Nine years, Rowan. That was our deal. Nine years, and I go. I’ve only kept my end of the bargain.”

Later, we found out she had been suffering from severe depression. While I lost my best friend, Andrew lost the love of his life. I stayed by his side through the darkest days in his life. He refused to eat or drink. All he did was lock himself in his room, crying all night long. I never left him. I cooked for him, talked to him, coaxed him to sleep like he was a child. Eventually, we got together. I knew he still loved Jennifer, but I believed my love could heal him. When we got married, Andrew suggested we remain childfree, and I agreed to it. During those days, we lived peacefully and happily. I thought we'd go on like that forever at the time.

Standing on the wedding stage, I raised one hand in farewell to Julian. Goodbye to my ex-husband. Goodbye to my failed three-year marriage. Goodbye to the years I had wasted loving the wrong man. From that day forward, every road ahead of me was open. The End.

I'm Brad. I'm 31, I had just recently gotten divorced from my wife after seven years of marriage. Luckily, we had no children and we split as friends. I had bought my house when I was 22, right after landing a good job, so when my wife left, I kept it.