99th Divorce Novel Full Novels & Stories

Book Name: THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY. She was the lucky wife everyone envied. Until her billionaire husband announced their divorce on stage—with his mistress and her own daughter standing beside him. Elsie Vale spent seven years playing the perfect wife believing in her marriage even when everyone warned her she was nothing but a placeholder. Now with nothing but a signed divorce paper and a broken heart Elsie returns home to grandfather only to discover he has conditions of his own. He'll give her back her fortune and name but only if she marries the man she left behind seven years ago.

It was a sharp observation, but no one was going to find out about their betrayal, not while I was still setting my trap. “Focus more on yourself than on me, Logan,” I said with a light wink. “Remember, you’re still single.” He chuckled softly and nodded. “Thanks for reminding me. I almost forgot.” We shared a quick laugh, and I finally drove off. I had a lot of prep work to do tonight. Since both of my clients had rock-solid evidence and their spouses wanted a divorce anyway, the separations would be straightforward—I just needed to fight for their full rights. When I arrived home, my chest tightened at the sight of Nana in the kitchen making rice. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms

After divorcing my unfaithful husband, Yale Gibson, I end up completely miserable. So when we remarry, I become the perfect wife he always wanted. When rumors swirl about him and Willow Leeds, I step forward to clear his name. When Willow falsely accuses me, he turns a blind eye while I immediately take the blame and apologize. Even when I'm set up and brought to the police station, I refuse to call him to bail me out. I simply tell the officers I have no family, letting them lock me up for an entire week. Seven days later, the heavy gates of the police station clang open at dusk. A sleek black Cullinan screeches to a halt right in front of me. Yale strides over, his brow furrowed sligh

“Since when did you start caring for her so much, anyway?” “You filed for a divorce ninety-nine times. You said she disgusted you, that you felt suffocated.” she continued. “And now that she’s finally gone, why can't you just accept it?” She stared at me for a moment before her eyes widened. Lovie stumbled back, “Don’t tell me,” she raised her hand, pointing at me. “Don’t tell me that you’ve… you’ve actually fallen for her, haven’t you?” My throat tightened. She grabbed my collar, “Do you really love that cripple?”

“There’s no point in pretending to care about me now." “Are you still talking calmly to her?!” Agnes sparked, abandoning the floor and rushing towards Kaan with the divorce papers. “Read this!" She shoved the papers into his face hotly. "See what this gutter rat has done! She wants to divorce you! And even reject— “ She choked on her own words. The disbelief turning her purple all over again. “She actually dared to— “ "Mother—" Kaan started to stop her. “Are you bewitched?!” She snapped. “Your precious wife clearly reeks of another male!”

"You're his assistant. What I do with my life is none of your business." She wouldn't let go. She grabbed the collar of my shirt, her voice shaking with self-righteous fury. "Fine, I'm just his assistant. But what you're doing right now would disgust anyone with a conscience. "What kind of woman does that? Your husband works himself half to death to provide for you, and you sit at home living like a princess. And instead of being grateful, you ask for a divorce. You're a disgrace, Lena. A shameless, gold-digging disgrace."

"What's wrong? Okay, I'll be right there." He hung up and looked back at me like he wanted to say something. I dug my nails into my palm and forced myself to walk away. In the car, I dialed a number. "Yes. I need you to draft divorce filing documents for me. As fast as you can." Twenty minutes later, I got back to the apartment. I'd lived in this place for seven years. Every corner of it held our memories. Now there were traces of another woman everywhere. Bright curtains and rugs, the trendy little table settings and trinkets, and the bitter scent of chamomile hanging in the air.

Nausea rose in my throat. I was about to hang up. Then I heard kissing. Soft gasps followed. Sienna’s voice became breathless. "Ethan, please." "Please stop pushing me away." "If you reject me again, I’m really going to get so depressed I’ll want to jump." Ethan’s usually cool voice had gone hoarse. "Sienna, I’m getting married." "I’m your brother." "That’s all I can ever be to you. Do you understand?" "Stop lying to yourself."

“Divorce?” Elara placed her hand on her chest, “You want to divorce me? Why?” This was unexpected. They were having a late dinner when her husband blew the bomb. Her husband Aiden Lockwood hesitated a moment and tapped the file placed on the table beside his plate, “These are the divorce papers. I have already signed them.” What was Aiden saying? It seemed like a normal business file to her.

When Noah had told him, he wouldn’t be having April as his actual wife and she would remain untouched if it was the last thing he did. He had tried to hand William a cheque for the first repayment of the money he owed. William had told him he didn’t want it. But Noah told William he would pay off every cent, including interest if it was the last thing he did. Then had thrown the cheque on the old man’s desk and left. April had been nowhere to be seen. Not like it surprised him. After he had found out what a scheming little bitch she was. Now his debt was paid, and he could easily divorce the little bitch when the old man died. Noah knew he could have divorced her as soon as his debt was clea