All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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From Wife to Stranger

She found a diner somewhere in the East Village. A twenty four hour place with fluorescent lights that buzzed and flickered and a sign out front that was missing half its letters. The windows were streaked with grime. The air inside smelled like old coffee and stale cigarettes even though smoking inside had been illegal for years.A man behind the counter looked up from his phone when she walked in. He had a tired face and tired eyes and he didn't ask any questions. He just pointed to a booth in the corner and said "sit wherever."She slid into the booth. It was cracked red vinyl with a rip in the seat that someone had tried to fix with duct tape. She ordered tea because she needed something to do with her hands. When it came, she wrapped her fingers around the warm mug and stared at the steam rising up and tried very very hard not to think.But thinking came anyway. It always does when you try not to.She sat there for hours. The clock on the wall ticked from three to four to five. T

Last Updated : 2026-04-16

A Child She Couldn’t Keep

At six o'clock, she made her first decision.She was done forgiving. Done waiting. Done hoping. Done with Kier Thornwell and his coldness and his cruelty and his other woman and his other baby. Done with the promise she had made to a dying man. Alistair had said she could walk away at one thousand. This was one thousand. And she was walking away.She pulled out her phone. It was almost dead, eight percent battery, but it was enough. Enough for what she needed.She scrolled through her contacts. Past Kier's name. Past Vivienne's. Past the people who were supposed to be her friends but were really just his. She stopped at a name she hadn't called in three years.Harold Wentworth. Her father's lawyer. The man who had known her since she was a little girl.She stared at his name for a long time. Her thumb hovered over the screen.Then she pressed call..At seven o'clock, she made her second decision.It was the hardest decision she had ever made in her entire life. Harder than leaving hom

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Nothing Left to Keep

Celestine came back to the penthouse at ten thirty in the morning. She stood outside the door for a long time before she went in. Her key was in her hand but she couldn't make herself put it in the lock. Because once she opened that door, once she stepped inside, it would be real. All of it. The affair. The baby. The end of her marriage. The end of everything she had spent three years trying to build. But she couldn't stand in the hallway forever. So she took a deep breath and she put the key in the lock and she turned it and she pushed the door open. The apartment was quiet. Kier was gone. Of course he was gone. He was probably at his mistress's house right now, lying in her bed with his arms around her, talking about baby names and wedding dates and all the things he had never once talked about with Celestine. She wondered if he had given her the necklace yet. The little velvet box. The gold chain with the diamond pendant. She wondered if the other woman was wearing it right now

Last Updated : 2026-04-17

Maybe In Another Life

Her phone buzzed.She pulled it out of her pocket. A message from Harold Wentworth, her father's lawyer."Divorce papers are ready. I've emailed them to you. Print, sign, and leave them for him. I'll handle the rest."She opened the email. Scrolled through the document. Page after page of legal language. Irreconcilable differences. Dissolution of marriage. Waiver of claims.She went to Kier's study. His printer was on the desk, the one he never let her use because he said it was for business only. She plugged it in. Pressed print. Watched the pages slide out one by one.She signed them with a pen she found in his drawer. Her hand didn't shake. Her signature was steady.She gathered the papers and walked to the kitchen counter. The same counter where she had set the gift box last night, her pregnancy test wrapped in tissue paper.The gift box was gone. She didn't know what happened to it. Maybe Kier had opened it. Maybe he had thrown it away. Maybe he hadn't noticed it at all.She set

Last Updated : 2026-04-17

She Chose Herself Again

The clinic was small and clean. The walls were painted a soft blue, the color of the sky on a clear morning. There were pictures on the walls. Landscapes. Oceans. Fields of flowers. Nothing too cheerful. Nothing too sad, it was just neutral.A woman at the front desk looked up and smiled and it was not a big smile, but a small one that was filled with understanding."Celestine?"She nodded."Come with me. The doctor is ready."She followed the woman down a hallway. Past closed doors. Past a nurse pushing a cart. Past a window that looked out onto a garden full of winter bare trees.The doctor was waiting in a small room. She was older, maybe sixty, with gray hair and kind eyes and a calm gentle voice."Have you eaten today?""No.""Have you had any water?""A little. Last night."The doctor nodded. Made a note on her clipboard. "We'll give you some fluids. The procedure itself will take about ten minutes. You'll be sedated, so you won't feel anything. When you wake up, it will be over

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Sable’s Perfect Game

Kier spent the whole day with Sable.He left the penthouse that morning without even looking back at the bedroom door, without checking to see if Celestine had come home, without wondering where she had gone or if she was okay. He just grabbed his keys and his wallet and walked out, because why would he stay in that cold empty apartment when he could be with Sable, with the woman who actually made him feel alive, the woman who was carrying his child, the woman who was everything his boring useless wife had never been.He drove to her apartment in Kensington with the windows down and the music up and a smile on his face that he hadn't worn in months. The sun was shining. The city looked beautiful. He felt free for the first time in three years.Sable opened the door wearing something silky and red, her hair falling in perfect waves over her shoulders, her makeup flawless, her smile warm and welcoming and just a little bit hungry. She pulled him inside and kissed him and held his face i

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The Trap He Called Love

"No," he said, and his voice came out fierce and firm. "No, absolutely not. You are not ending this pregnancy. You are not raising this baby alone. I love you, Sable. I love you and I want to be with you and I want to raise this child with you. Celestine means nothing to me. She has never meant anything to me. I married her because my father made me promise on his deathbed, and I have spent three years regretting it. She's boring and she's plain and she's useless and she has never made me feel the way you make me feel. You are the one I should have married from the beginning. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. So don't you dare talk about ending this pregnancy or raising this baby alone. We are in this together. You and me and our child. That is not up for discussion."Sable's tears spilled over then, rolling down her cheeks, and she smiled this beautiful watery smile and threw her arms around his neck and held him tight."I love you," she whispered into his ear

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The Other Woman’s Victory

He kissed her forehead. "You'll never have to find out."They spent the rest of the morning making plans.They would go to a charity gala next week. Together and in public. They would let the photographers take their pictures, then they would let the tabloids speculate. And then, once the story had built up enough momentum, Kier would confirm that he and Celestine were divorcing and that he and Sable were expecting a child.It was perfect and a clean plan.Sable suggested they should wait a few months before getting married. Give the press time to get bored and give Celestine time to disappear but Kier shook his head. He didn't want to wait. He wanted to marry her as soon as the divorce was final. He wanted her to have his name. He wanted their child to be legitimate.Sable pretended to be shy about it. Pretended to be honored. Pretended she hadn't been dreaming of this moment for two years."If that's what you want," she said softly. "I just want you to be happy. That's all I've ever

Last Updated : 2026-04-18

The Illusion of Winning

Sable sucked him hard, sloppy, wet, deepthroating as much of his cock as she could, gagging slightly when the head hit the back of her throat. Kier groaned into her pussy, sucking her clit harder, flicking his tongue furiously while she bobbed her head on his shaft, saliva dripping down his balls.They devoured each other like starving animals—wet sucking sounds, moans, and filthy gasps filling the room.Sable pulled off his cock with a gasp. “I need you to fuck me hard now.”She moved down, turned around, and impaled herself on his cock again, this time facing away from him in reverse cowgirl. She rode him brutally, slamming her ass down, taking every inch. Kier’s hands gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, pounding into her from below.“Harder!” Sable begged, voice breaking. “Fuck me harder, Kier! Destroy my pussy!”He gave her exactly what she wanted—snapping his hips up with raw power, his thick cock slamming into her again and again, balls-deep, the wet slap of skin on skin

Last Updated : 2026-04-18

Boring Wife

He flipped on the switch and the living room flooded with light.And it was empty. The couch was empty. The kitchen was empty. The whole apartment was empty.He walked through the rooms, looking for her. The bedroom. The bathroom. The study. The guest rooms. She wasn't there. She wasn't anywhere.He went back to the living room and that was when he saw it laying at the kitchen counter. A stack of papers and when he went closer he saw it was divorce papers and it was signed, dated, notarized and legally binding.Celestine had signed them.She had left them there for him to find, like a message, like a goodbye, like a door slamming shut.He picked them up. Stared at her signature. Her handwriting was small and neat and steady. No shaking. No hesitation. She had signed her name like she was signing a receipt for a package and not just ending three years of marriage.He flipped to the last page. There was a note. Just a few lines, written in the same small neat handwriting."I kept my pro

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