Three Days Of Happiness Novels & Stories

At the same time as they stopped walking, I also slowed down my pace to get closer to them. "Hey girls, let’s go? They said that the ice cream in the newly opened shop is delicious. Don't worry, it’s my treat for the celebration of being my new friends." Magie's said happily. Because her direction was facing me, I knew that she was looking at me. I can see the smile of success on her face and in her eyes are shining with joy because she got my friends….again. "Hey. Is it really okay to come with you??"

“You, okay?” “Yeah. This was a very unusual day.” Dr Tyson sighed. “I really, really liked it.” “Seriously, you should come here again then.” Chance offered with a smile. “We still have three weeks to go. If you come back here at that time, maybe.” Dr Tyson shrugged. Chance nodded as he felt his smile disappear. Even though it was a fling, he kind of enjoyed hanging out with Dr Tyson today as well. Perhaps, because he knew all this was for a limited duration, things felt more special? He wondered.

Mira asked with a mischievous smile. “Okay. But wait for me to come back from work tomorrow.” Jackson agreed without an after thought. “Can I come with you to city tomorrow?” Mira asked hesitantly as they sat down for supper. She had fried an egg for Jackson. Jackson halved his egg and placed it in Mira’s plate without feeling awkward. “Won’t you be bored?” Jackson raised his head to look at Mira “I will be really busy. I have been away for 3 days.”

Maren flew abroad the next day for business, while I had a lawyer draft the divorce agreement that stated my leave with nothing. I skimmed through it and signed it without hesitation. Vesper sent a video that showed a fancy hall. A sign there read, "Welcome to Gideon Strathmore and Vesper Quinn's Engagement Party." Gideon was directing the manager to make arrangements. Vesper: [I mentioned engagement, and he planned this, ignoring what others think. It's happening in two days. You're welcome to attend it." In two days, it would be my 30th birthday. On the same day, I would leave for good.

“I really want to see you. Talking to you puts me at ease.” “What’s the matter this time around?” She asked. “John wants us to go on a three-day trip. Just the three of us. Who knows what he’s planning? What would I be doing with him for three days? Where would we go? Where would we sleep? Talking to him alone is suffocating! And annoying!” I poured out, breathing hard, and Dahlia sighed. “Well, all we have to do is pray for three days to go by quickly.” “You know three days will never go by quickly. Let’s say Lucas and I went on a trip, then three days is no biggie, but me and John? Three days will feel like three months!” I exclaimed.

Would he have been able to? Day thirty of thirty. Zero to go.

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

Everything in our home revolved around her, as if she owned the house. Recalling my bitter past, I wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I just walk away when I still had the chance? Andrew slammed on the accelerator. As if something had just occurred to him, he frowned and muttered, "Well played, Jovana. No wonder I haven't heard from you in three years—you've been out there messing around with some other man." Watching him clench his jaw in anger, I wanted to slap him across the face. A blind, heartless scum like him had no right to accuse me!

“But unfortunately, Vivian, your husband has already gone too far into my world for you to pull him back.” Vivian stood up, positioning herself protectively in front of me. “Get out of here, Davian! This is my room and my husband!” Davian laughed, the sound scraping like metal. He stepped inside without the slightest trace of guilt. “Your room? In this house, nothing truly belongs to you if I want it. Including Dewangga.” Davian looked at me, his eyes locking onto mine, reminding me of every forbidden moment we had shared. “Dewangga,” he said slowly, “tell your wife. Do you really want to leave? Are you truly capable of living in the ‘boring happiness’ she offers… when you know that only I c

"And I want you to wreck me every damn day." My throat tightens. Happiness swells so fast it almost hurts. I blink hard, refusing to cry and look foolish. We only have three days left.