Romans & histoires Three Days Of Happiness

And for the first time in days— I felt happy.

Joseph's POV At that moment, a profound sense of happiness and peace washed over me, and I felt deeply grateful that I had made the right choice. Married life with Clara turned out to be every bit as warm and peaceful as I had hoped. She always respected my opinions and fully supported me as I rebuilt my career. Whenever I was swamped with work, she quietly took care of everything at home. Whenever I hit a setback, she was always there to help me tackle it. She remembered every little thing I liked, filling our days with a vibrant, comforting joy.

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

At Night After three days Erina's p.o.v It's been 3 days since Amaan and I got married. I thought that after my marriage with Amaan, I will be happy. But, I am not happy. I feel like happiness has enmity with me that's why I don't find it.

“It's just three days. What's the worst that could happen?” Yeah, three days with you… and your ex wife. What's the worst that could happen? Right?

It was raining lightly. He held the umbrella too high, like always, so I ended up a little damp. “I’m going to lower this one day,” I teased. He smirked. “Don’t threaten me.” We walked down the path toward the parking lot, hands brushing. “I booked something,” he said casually. “What kind of something?” “The kind you don’t get to know about until we land.” I stopped walking. “Wait—what?” He grinned. “Pack a bag. Three days. Somewhere warm.”

"Let me feel you." The orgasm built slowly, a tide rising instead of a wave crashing. When it finally broke, it was gentle and devastating at once, pleasure rolling through me in long pulses while I clung to him. He followed soon after, his face buried in my neck, my name a groan on his lips. We stayed locked together, neither of us wanting to move and break the spell. "Three days," He finally said. "Then we're gone." "Three days," I turned my head to look around his room one last time. "And this is all just a memory."

throwing her handkerchief on the floor. Days? That was impossible. How could we ever hope to get that much money in such a short time? I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself. “There has to be a way,” I whispered, more to myself than to Mom. “We’ll figure something out.” " No time to figure anything out, we have only three days left, if not we will all see hell! And Joel might even end up taking you against your wish this time!" Three days. Three days to come up with a miracle.

“You have three more days” “If after three days, the company’s money isn’t refunded?” “You’ll wish you’d never seen me coming”.

"Be with me, Holly. I'll build a good life for us!" … I switched on my phone and saw 17 unread texts, with the latest one from five minutes ago. "Holly, I'm at the city hall, by the main entrance. When are you getting here?" I stared at the screen, and a laugh slipped out of me. How ironic. After 27 days of begging, all he offered was a promise to marry me in three days. Those three days came and went, and I couldn't even find the strength to call that lie out.