She Had Seven Days with Him, and I Had Seven Days Left Chapter 01

The moment I agreed to my wife Vivian Hartwell’s request for a divorce on paper, she dragged me straight to the courthouse.

“Daniel, give me seven days. Just seven days. Once I smooth things over with Nathan, we’ll come right back and remarry, okay?”

She gazed into my eyes with deep affection and even showered me with a mountain of farewell gifts.

There was an expensive high-end wristwatch, a bouquet of bright, freshly cut flowers, and a black credit card with no spending limit.

She was throwing everything at the wall just to get me to sign the papers, all to keep her boy toy, Nathan Cole, happy.

Yet I felt surprisingly calm.

Nathan wasn’t the first young man to pop up around her over the years.

In the past, I used to fight and cause a scene. Vivian would patiently soothe me, only to go right back to her wandering ways once the dust settled.

Eventually, I made peace with her restless nature.

After all, who would expect love to last forever these days? As long as she always came home to me, I could live with it.

But Nathan turned out to be the exception.

For his sake, Vivian hadn’t come home to see me in months.

And now, she had come back purely to convince me to go along with this divorce on paper and pack up my things.

I knew this marriage was finally dead.

“I don’t need any of this. Let’s just go inside and get it over with,” I said calmly as I turned toward the building.

Vivian paused for a second before scrambling to follow me in.

At the counter, she sat right beside me, looking at me with eyes full of tenderness.

Meanwhile, I stayed entirely composed.

The court clerk hesitated for a moment before asking, “Are you two sure you want a divorce?”

“Yes!” Vivian blurted out before I could even open my mouth.

After saying that, she glanced at me awkwardly and softly reminded me, “Daniel…”

“I’m sure,” I said flatly.

My confirmation sent a visible wave of relief through her.

While we waited for the court clerk to stamp the final divorce paperwork, Vivian kept anxiously studying my face. She instinctively reached out to take my hand, but I pulled away.

She bit her lip, looking like she wanted to say something but held back given where we were.

Once the divorce certificate was stamped and handed over, we left the courthouse.

After a few minutes of silence, I broke the silence. “I’ll head back and pack now. Give me about two hours, and I’ll be out of the house.”

The concern in Vivian’s eyes deepened at my detached tone. “Daniel, there’s no rush. I’ll stay with you today. We can start the clock tomorrow. Besides, Nathan has classes today anyway—”

Before she could finish, a guy in athletic wear with short hair strolled over, calling out cheerfully, “Vivian! I’ve been waiting out here forever.”

Then he shot me a provocative look and said with a half-smile, “Hey, man, thanks for stepping aside for Vivian and me—”

Vivian’s expression instantly darkened. She cut him off. “Nathan! Who told you to come here? Get back to class right now!”

She stepped in front of me, as if to shield me from him.

Once upon a time, Vivian promised that no matter how much she fooled around on the side, she would never let me have to deal with any of it.

So now, she was panicking.

Nathan, however, didn’t flinch. He just pouted playfully. “Vivian, you just divorced him. Why are you still taking his side? I skipped class just to surprise you. Didn’t you say you were taking me back to live at your place today? You—”

Vivian pointed at her parked car as she cut him off again. “Get in the car and wait there. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Nathan threw me one last bitter glare before slinking off toward Vivian’s car.