I Want A Divorce

Lucille’s POV

A scream tore from my throat as I threw the bouquet on the floor and ran down the aisle.

I heard whispers and voices calling my name, but I couldn't stop. Panic gripped me and tears filled my eyes.

"What is happening?" I whispered to myself, shaking uncontrollably. "I was dead."

My escape ended abruptly as I bumped into something hard. I whimpered, stumbling back before looking up and freezing.

Before me was Martin, my first husband, one of the wealthiest CEOs in the country.

"My, my...look who's running from her own wedding," I heard a familiar voice, and turned to see Kent, my second husband, an ambitious real estate mogul.

They were both staring at me with an unsettling intensity.

"Why are you..."

"You're looking hotter than ever," Martin whispered, trailing his fingertips on my bare shoulder.

I felt chills through my body, and stepped back, clearly uncomfortable.

They were at my wedding before, because they were invited by Brandon's rich parents who didn't know about my past marriages. This seemed like a cruel repetition. Everything was the same. Was this a second like? Was I twenty-five again?

Well, everything pointed to that.

"Why are you out here alone?" Kent demanded, suddenly pulling me to himself. "Were you so eager to see us?"

"Let me go!" I ripped his hand off my waist stepping back.

They weren't like this in my past wedding, why were they doing this?

"You aren't even with a bouquet. Don't tell me you ran away from your third husband?" Martin chuckled, his voice dark and charming as ever.

"None of your business!" I spat, glaring at him.

"Hmm... that means something is going on, isn't it?" He snarled, running his fingers on my skin again.

"Stop it!" I smacked his hand, but he simply flashed a smirk at me.

Kent was doing the same. What was going on with both of them?

"Lucille!!!" I heard my mother-in-law's yell.

I turned to see her and Brandon, along with my father-in-law, rushing out of the church.

"Why did you run out like that?" She questioned, her voice tinged with anger.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Brandon asked, reaching out to me.

I quickly stepped away, disgusted by him. He had abandoned me in my past life when I needed him the most. I wasn't going to fall for his tricks again. I was going to make him and Vanessa pay.

"Lucille, why are you acting—"

"I want a divorce," I spat, sharply interrupting him.

"What did you just say?" Brandon gasped, his eyes widening in shock.

"I want a divorce," I said, my tone biting.

"What are you saying? We just got married," He said, his voice laced with confusion.

"That doesn't matter," I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. "I made a mistake, and I want to correct it. Let's end this charade."

I hated the fact that I had to have a second life as his wife. Why couldn't I be reborn at the point my mother was still alive? I would have protected her better.

"How can you call our marriage a mistake? We did so much to get to this point," He spat, anger creeping onto his voice. "Why are you trying to ruin our efforts? What is wrong with you?"

"There is nothing wrong with me," I argued. "I want a divorce, and that's final. Nothing you say will change my mind."

"We accepted you despite your forgotten status!" His mother spat, rebuking me like she always did. "How dare you disgrace us in this manner?"

"Well, you don't have to stoop low to my forgotten status anymore." I added, glaring at them. "I would rather die than spend another second with all of you."

"You're crazy," Brandon sneered.

"No, I'm not!" I snapped, irritation in my voice.

I was insane when I allowed myself to be fooled by him. Not again.

"You'll hear from my lawyer soon," I muttered, and began walking away from there.

As Brandon attempted to follow me, I began running.

"Lucille, where are you going?" Brandon yelled, chasing after me. "Come back here, we are not done talking."

I could hear his loud footsteps, but I didn't stop. I ran faster and faster until I looked back, and didn't see him behind.

I slowed down, trying to catch my breath.

I glanced around for somewhere to sit, and I spotted a bench underneath a tree.

I released my dress, and walked exhaustedly to it. As I sat, the memories of the past suddenly flooded my mind.

"Liam..." I muttered, fresh tears welling in my eyes.

My little baby wasn't in this life, and I wouldn't have him again. I wouldn't be able to see my lovely boy.

I suddenly wish that I had this chance when he was born. I just wanted to hold him again and hear him call me, Mommy.

"My baby," I sobbed, my chest tightening in pain. He was the only one I wanted to see so badly and tell him how much I loved him.

"God." I cried, my voice faltering with emotions. "How am I going to move on from here?"

"My family wants nothing to do with me," I choked out through a sob. "They hate me. I have no one to turn to. have nothing to truly call my own."

At this time, I was dependent on Brandon for almost everything. I trusted him like a complete fool.

“Damn him!” I spat.

“Look who's here?” I heard a familiar voice, taunting and sharper than ever.

I turned to it's direction and saw Vanessa approaching me. She had on the same white gown she wore in my past life. She was always trying to steal attention from me.

“Aren't you ashamed of yourself for sitting here in the open after running out of the church like a little brat?” She mocked.

Her voice made my skin crawl, every part of me urged to rip her to shreds. The memories of how she killed me made me angrier with each word that escaped her lips.

“You should go hide in shame for your behavior—”

“Shut up!” I snapped, cutting her off. “I'm happy that the wedding isn't holding. I don't have to sleep with that bastard. You can have him to yourself like you've had the others…my leftovers.”

My words stung her. Her face paled, and she grew angry.

“Leftovers?” She gasped.

I should kill her, but I had to remain calm and plan my revenge. Just as she ruined my life, I would make her life miserable bit by bit.

“Isn't that what you're always after?” I affronted, letting out a mocking laugh.

I wiped away my tears, and stood up to her. She looked taken aback because I had hardly challenged her before.

“All you do is pick up the dirt in my life, and that dirt called Brandon, you can have him to yourself,” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “You're so pathetic…always the second choice.”

I saw her fists clench and her teeth grit.

“Shut up,” She said, her voice trembling.

“You're always the other choice…no…you're never a choice, but somehow you use your disgusting body to get what you want,” I insulted, looking at her with disgust in my eyes.

“That's all they want you for. This is all you can offer —”

She raised her hand to slap me, but my words made her hand freeze in the air.

“Touch me, and I'll make you regret it,” I said, hatefully. “I'll be back to destroy you, piece of trash.”

“Vanessa, I'll give your life a purpose…” I paused. “...called misery. You'll pay for everything you did to me.”

Unable to stand her face any longer, I walked away. She was going to pay dearly for killing my poor mother, Liam and taking everything important to me. She would regret it.

Tears streamed down my face as I vowed deep in my heart to make her pay dearly for every one of her crimes.

"Where should I go now?" I suddenly asked myself, glancing at the other side of the road. "Maybe I should just sit in that library..."

As I attempted crossing the road, I heard the loud screeching of a car. Darting my gaze at the speeding car, I beheld Vanessa inside with a wicked grin.

Before I could get away and save myself, the cold metal of the car slammed into my body.