Three Years of Marriage Ended In Failure

Three years into our marriage, I found myself embroiled in my first major argument with Marvin Bogart.

Enraged, he called me a lunatic and unceremoniously threw all my belongings out the door.

I bit my lip, staring at him. "I'm really leaving, won't you miss me?"

He sneered, "Only the ghosts will miss you."

I chuckled softly; yes, only the ghosts would miss me.

Soon, I would become one of them.

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As I faced Marvin, I noticed a woman standing beside him, looking innocent and pitiful. It was none other than Sharon Norman, the rising star who had taken the entertainment world by storm.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. "Do you really want me to leave?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

He pointed to the door, his expression cold and unyielding. "Yes. If you leave, don't bother coming back."

"Then let's just sign the divorce papers," I replied, pulling out the crumpled document from my bag. I smoothed it out with my fingers and held it out to him. He stared at the papers in disbelief, then back at me. "Say that again."

"I said, let's get divorced. Honestly, I'm tired of this too," I said, lowering my gaze, afraid he might see the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Freya Parker, do you really think this will make me soften?" he snapped.

"If you don't want me around, then let's just end this," I insisted.

"Fine. But don't ever call yourself my ex-wife after this," he said through gritted teeth.

He snatched the divorce papers from my hand, ready to sign, but Sharon intervened, grabbing the document from him. She examined it carefully before handing it back. "Marvin, you should really read through these kinds of contracts before signing."

Marvin shot her a cold glance, then turned his attention back to the papers, scribbling his name with a flourish that reminded me of the days back in college when I used to compliment his handwriting.

He'd always chuckled, teasing me about how terrible mine was.

Once he finished, Marvin slammed the papers against my face. "Now you can leave."

His tone was ice-cold, and I clenched my jaw, forcing back the tears threatening to spill over. I looked up at him, then glanced at Sharon, who wore a smug, triumphant expression.

Marvin was treating me like I was invisible while she reveled in my pain. I steadied myself, refusing to let the dizziness overwhelm me, and stood my ground.

I managed a weak smile as I picked up the divorce papers from the floor. "Don't forget to take care of the paperwork."

Marvin said nothing, his eyes boring into me with a dark intensity that sent chills down my spine. I forced a grin. "Just don't come crawling back to me."

At that moment, his expression darkened even further, and Marvin remained silent.

Seeing him so unyielding, I quietly made my way upstairs to pack my things. There wasn't much to gather—just a few belongings that hardly held any sentimental value.

As I reached for the zipper on my suitcase, my gaze fell upon a wedding photo on the nightstand, and it struck me like a blow.

In that picture, Marvin and I looked so happy, smiling brightly, two people who had promised to be each other's rock for a lifetime. Now, those promises felt like distant echoes.

I bit my lip and tossed the frame into the suitcase.

With the heavy bag in hand, I made my way down the stairs, but suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me, forcing me to lean against the railing for support. After a moment, I gathered my strength and continued down.

Marvin completely ignored my presence, his expression as cold as ice, as if I were a stranger. Sharon sat on the couch, feigning concern as she offered to help me with my luggage, but I turned away, rejecting her offer.

She returned to her seat with a smug smile, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness as I looked at the pair of them—two good-looking people, perfectly matched.

"Fine, I'll go. You two enjoy yourselves," I said, unable to resist one last jab.

Marvin still didn't acknowledge me.

"Throw out everything she didn't take with her. Not a single thing should be left behind," I heard him say, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Those words stung, but I knew they were just the final nails in the coffin of our relationship.

I took a deep breath and headed out, determined to leave the past behind, even if it meant carrying the weight of a broken heart.

I turned around to see the maid tossing my belongings into the trash can with a brisk efficiency. Soon enough, they would welcome a new mistress into that house.

Fortunately, I had purchased a small apartment before the wedding.

It wasn't grand, but it was my cozy little nest, and I moved in without a second thought.

As I watched the news show Marvin and Sharon enjoying their new life together, a bitter taste rose in my throat. My stomach churned, and I quickly grabbed a couple of tissues, pressing them to my mouth.

After clearing my throat softly, I pulled the tissues away, only to find them stained a deep crimson. It seemed my time was running out.