Divorce

On the day of the company’s annual meeting, Victoria Quinn brought a man onstage and publicly announced that he was the newly appointed vice president. All eyes in the room instantly turned to me. Mr. Lane looked at me with undisguised mockery. “Ms. Quinn, Mr. Cabell has been with the company for so many years. How did this promotion skip over him?” Victoria smiled casually. “Mr. Cabell is a pillar of the company. He’s most effective staying at the grassroots level.” I knew she was certain I would not object and that I would not leave her. When I glanced at the new vice president, I understood why. He looked exactly like her first love from college, the one who had died in an accident. Suddenly, I felt exhausted. I ripped off my ID badge, tossed it in front of Victoria, and said, “Ms. Quinn, I quit.”

Napilitang magpakasal ang tanyag na abogadong si Elias Macini sa isang anak ng maid na si Dasha Rivera, sa tatlong taon nilang pagsasama ay hindi niya pinakitaan ng kabutihan ang babae, ngunit sa kabila nito ay pagmamahal pa rin ang binabalik ni Dasha. Natapos ang kanilang pagsasama noong nalaman ng lalaki na nagdadalang tao si Dasha, kaagad na nakipag-divorce si Elias sa kaniya at sumama sa tunay nitong mahal. Umalis ng mansyon si Dasha at isang aksidente ang nangyari na naging dahilan upang muli niyang makita si Samuel Valdez, ang una niyang naging asawa. Sa gitna ng kaguluhan sa kaniyang buhay at sa pag-alalang walang tatayong maging ama ng kaniyang anak, muli niyang pinakasalan si Samuel na walang kaalaman na ito ang desisyon na pagsisihan niya buong buhay.

When I'm paying the pension for my jobless wife, Lilith Ingram, I accidentally find out that she's had a job this whole time. She's paid a salary of two thousand dollars, which is wired into her personal bank account. Every month, the money will be transferred elsewhere, leaving her without a single cent. I've never seen the money before. Back when our daughter, Maisy Ingram, was severely ill, we were 200 dollars short to pay for her hospital bills. I was so poor that I had to sell my blood and beg everyone around me just to get them to lend me money. But during that time, Lilith never thought of sharing the burden with me. She merely comforted me with empty words before transferring two thousand dollars to her first love, Hayden Grant, the next day. Our marriage of 30 years is reduced to nothing but a laughingstock. I place the divorce agreement that I've printed out in front of Lilith. It's a silent confrontation between us. "Must you really resort to this method?" Lilith snaps impatiently. "It's just two thousand dollars! You have an annual salary of 200 thousand dollars! Why care so much about chum change?" Even Maisy takes her side by calling me a petty, stingy geezer. "Everyone has an unattainable first love when they're still young! You should be grateful that Hayden has been holding back his urges without crossing the line for so many years!" I feel as though I got struck by lightning at that moment. It's then that I belatedly realize I'm the only outsider in this family. "Getting a divorce is fine by me. Hayden's getting on with the years. I just want to take care of him and send him off when his time eventually arrives." Maisy adapts a righteous tone. "As compensation for me, I get the house, the car, and the savings. You're leaving this marriage without a single cent under your name."

I thought the divorce would set me free. I thought walking away from my husband would finally give me peace. But I didn’t expect him—my cold, sinfully dangerous stepbrother—to be the one waiting on the other side of my freedom. Rage Roswell doesn’t ask. He takes. And the moment he found out I was no longer married, that I was vulnerable, alone, easy to steal… he stepped in like a storm I couldn’t escape. He pinned me with those cold eyes and said one thing: “You’re mine now.” I should’ve run. I should’ve fought the tension, the heat, the hunger he ignites with just a stare. But he knows every weakness I try to hide. Every tremble. Every breath. Every part of me I shouldn’t be giving him. After the divorce, I thought I was reclaiming my life. Instead, I walked straight into the hands of the man who’s willing to burn everything—everyone—just to claim me. And this time… He won’t let me go.

"Let's just get a divorce, Regan. Let’s end this marriage—Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted from me?" Ravelina finally asks her husband, Regan, for a divorce. The man who married her five years ago after the incident where Ravelina slapped his beloved woman, Viona, in public. But instead of feeling relieved that he could finally divorce her and be with Viona freely, Regan is struck by an unexpected sense of loss. Ravelina’s attitude has changed drastically—she’s become cold and indifferent. The warm attention and her clingy, affectionate nature that always sought his attention are gone. Until eventually, Ravelina completely ignores Regan and secretly processes their divorce papers. At the same time, Regan begins to feel an overwhelming loss for Ravelina’s presence, and now he’s the one desperately chasing after her attention. Will Ravelina open her heart to Regan once again?

My best friend was a "mistress breakup consultant". I had lent her money to start her business, and her very first job turned out to be breaking up my own marriage. "Jessie, what's the point of a loveless marriage? You've wasted Harold's time for five years. Are you really going to keep clinging to him and making him miserable for the rest of his life?" my best friend asked. I laughed at the self-righteous nonsense she was spouting and had security escort her out. She came right back, though, this time with a so-called "Anti-Mistress Alliance", live-streaming the chaos as they broke into my company. "The one who isn't loved is the real intruder!" "Fight for love at all costs!" They chanted while smashing up my office. I watched them calmly, waiting until they wore themselves out before pulling out a contract. "The 100,000 dollars you borrowed from me has been overdue for six months. If you don't repay it soon, I'll be forced to take legal action. "And, the lab equipment you've destroyed is valued at 5,550,000 dollars. You'll need to compensate me at full price. "Otherwise, I'll see you in court."

As soon as my husband sat at the dining table, he couldn't stop himself from talking. The humiliations of my school days had become his favorite entertainment, served up to his drinking buddies like appetizers. "Back then, she got her clothes torn off in the bathroom, beaten so badly she crawled on the ground like a dog, too terrified to make a sound. If it weren’t for my kindness—" That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him I wanted a divorce. He laughed it off, utterly unbothered. "Seriously? It’s just a joke! That was ages ago. You’re way too uptight—it’s just for a laugh, right?" For a laugh? Was I the only one with a past? Did he think he was untouchable? Maybe I should tell a few embarrassing stories about his precious childhood sweetheart. Fine. If it’s all about “fun,” I hoped his sweetheart found it equally hilarious when her turn came.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.

I was dying from my fear of heights, but my husband, Don Vincent, was busy with his assistant, savoring the latest coffee flown in from Hawaii that morning. "You're a grown woman, Bella. What's the big deal? You're stuck on a roof, figure it out." Then he hung up on me. I collapsed onto the hot tar of the roof, my body shaking uncontrollably before everything went black. It was two hours before building security found me. When I got home, I asked Vincent for a divorce. He rubbed his temples, his patience worn thin, looking at me as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. "Over a cup of coffee? I told you, the heights are all in your head. You’re perfectly safe now. Stop making a scene alright? What's this nonsense about a divorce? I have more important things to deal with. Calm yourself down." I stared at his back as he left, tears already streaming down my face. Something important? Did he really think I couldn't hear his assistant, Sophia, murmuring in the background? Did he think I didn't know he took her to the last family gathering? I had loved Vincent for three years. Everyone knew he was the center of my world. They all thought an orphan like me could never leave him. But now, all the love I had was eclipsed by a profound, soul-crushing exhaustion. I was done. I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in three long years. "Uncle, book me a flight to Seattle. I'm ready to leave Vincent."

VENGEFUL EX-WIFE STRIKES BACK! “We are having a baby,” Nina announced with a wide smile. Asher slammed his fist on the table. “Is this a joke, Nina? How can you be so shameless?!” He pointed a finger at her. She was confused at his sudden outburst. “What are you saying?” “You and I know that thing you are carrying is not mine!” Her lips quivered. “It’s your baby, Asher.” “Cut the crap! I’m sterile!” “What?” She gasped in shock. Nina was excited to announce her pregnancy to those she considered family, only for her husband, Asher, to curse her out and claim to be sterile. Her life crumbles when her husband divorces her to be with her long-time best friend, Andrea. Cheated by her husband, cast away from her home, and humiliated by those she trusted, Nina vowed to get her revenge. Xander Jackson is one of New York’s favorite young billionaires. He is the innovative CEO of the Multi-Billionaire X&J Empire. Xander has everything: a billion-dollar mansion, perfect looks, and power. But he has secrets of his own. Nina met Xander, an ex who is still holding on to the feelings from the past, and he’s ready to do anything to have her back in his life. He is willing to go all out for her, but Nina wants one thing: Revenge. What happens when old flames rekindle? Will Nina be able to get her desired revenge?