Leaving Behind My Nine-year Marriage Novels & Stories

And part of me hates myself for that. But another part, knows I did what I had to do to survive. I left. I uprooted my entire life and disappeared, and some nights I feel guilty for ditching him the way I did, he might lose his inheritance because our marriage didn’t last four years. The will demanded it, four years of marriage, but it never specified to whom. Just that he had to remain married He’s probably married by now. Probably has everything he ever wanted. A wife, child, he’s stable enough, he doesn’t need the baggage I come with

My head was spinning, my heart was breaking, and my body was crashing. “My wife. My life,” he rasped and he shuddered, his final thrust deep before he stilled and spilled inside me. His breathing ragged, his chest rose and fell with each breath, and I listened to his breathing as everything around us stilled. My hands wrapped around him, holding on to him for the last time. Tears prickling behind my closed eyelids, and I didn’t dare to move, or risk breaking down into a full blown sobbing. Three years ago, I told my husband I loved him. He sent me away.

My phone slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a thud. Pain tore through me, and finally, tears fell. However, what came next was an odd sense of relief. I gave him everything during our seven years of marriage. He hurt me again and again. Now, we’re even. I packed my things. Before I left, I sent Liam one final message: “Liam, your favors have been used up. Let’s end our bond.”

I ate my pasta and said with a smile, “I’ve gotten rid of all my emotional baggage. Of course I feel more energetic!” Professor Fiona asked what I would do if Gregory refused to file for a divorce. I stared at the dunes and nonchalantly answered, “Let him be. I’ll travel all over the world with the team anyway. If he insists on keeping that marriage certificate to himself, so be it. After all, he won’t be able to find me even if he wants to cause a fuss over this.” The marriage certificate had long since become meaningless, just like our marriage. When night fell, one of my juniors sang “On Top of the World” while he played the guitar.

Just like when I was married to you—wasn't I always by your side too? "The difference is, I don't love you anymore. So there's nothing left to discuss. My life isn't yours to interfere with."

Neil replied confidently, and he raised our hand that were intertwined to show to them our ring as proof of our marriage. “B-But, you did not inform us. How come you did not tell us, my son?” the Queen whined with a heavy heart, that I can sense because they weren’t invited to our wedding. “Mom, I really did not tell you all because I want my life to be private. And the reason why I left for seven years, remember?” he reasoned out as if it’s not a big deal. Wait, seven years? He left his home for seven years?

Then, as if by magic, the charming image of Zoe Hayward played out in his mind. Mociya squeezed his fingers. Why should Zoe Hayward, this bloody woman, be in his mind? Don't you know how much he hates her? Mociya Keltch's obsidian ink flits with anger at the thought of the divorce papers. Three years ago she had gone to great trouble to marry him, and now she was trying to divorce him.

“What about now?” “I spent nine years missing you, and I don’t want to miss another. Come to Denver with me. We can start over where no one knows us. Settle down and get married.” “We can’t.” “We can. You love me, and I love you.” “It’s been nine years, Cole.” “And I never forgot you.” “I’m in love with someone else. I loved you then, but…” I shake my head as tears run down my cheeks. “He’s almost twice your age and your friend’s father.”

My eyes shut tightly. Hold on tight, Jodie. I can’t fall apart just yet. Once the divorce is finalized, we will break free from this pathological relationship—this relationship that labels me nothing but a nuisance. So Calden and Enid can live as happily as they want. I sigh deeply, throwing the phone into my bag. The strap presses tightly around my shoulder, the weight steadying me. I pick up the divorce papers and finally shut the door behind me, realizing how lonely this house has been.

It was a view she had once loved—one that had made her believe she had stepped into a life most women only dreamed of. Tonight, it felt like a painting she no longer belonged in. Behind her, laughter drifted from the grand dining hall. Bright. Carefree. Cruel. Lena closed her eyes briefly. Three years of marriage. And somehow, she had never felt more alone than she did tonight—on her anniversary. “You’re hiding again.” The voice was soft, familiar. Lena turned. Sarah stood at the doorway, her expression caught between concern and quiet frustration. “I’m not hiding,” Lena said gently. “I’m… taking a breather.”