A Divorce After My Rebirth Novels & Stories

I went through them and sent her a text message telling her I would forward them to her once I was settled. This was it for me. My turning point. I was going to be starting all over with the man of my dreams and as for Dante? I would divorce Dante and get rid of him and his evil mother for good leaving him penniless. I had enough case that could ruin his life forever and knew I would come out the victor of this. After all Claire was involved now and Claire wasn’t a person who lost to any fight. Dante wouldn’t know what hit him by the time those divorce papers are at his doorstep and this brought me immense joy.

I mean, who would believe in rebirth? She simply accepted the question. Nina tilted her head slightly. "Why do you ask?" Well. There was no graceful way to say this. So I decided to rip the bandage off. "You probably think I'm crazy." "I haven't decided that." The deadpan response caught me off guard. A startled laugh escaped me. Nina smiled encouragingly. I swallowed. Then finally said it. "I got reborn." Silence. The words hung between us. I waited for something....I don't know what. But for anything to happen.

Unable to reach Isabelle, Marcus snapped at Mirabelle, "Didn't she say she wasn't going back to school? Tell her I can provide for her. If she wants to work, I'll give her a place in my company." He must've thought I was on my last legs to talk about having a mistress so brazenly right in front of me. I tossed a divorce agreement right in his face. "I heard you tore up the last one. Hurry up and sign this one." Marcus shot me a mocking look. "You think you can divorce me, Rosetta? Don't forget, the moment you do, your father will throw you out and let his illegitimate son take your place. Without me, you're nothing!"

After that day, I moved into Briarwood Manor by myself. The Cole residence wasn't far from the Brown residence. They weren't on the same street but were close enough that running into each other was always possible. Since I had chosen to give up the marriage agreement with Nathaniel in this life, I needed to cut things off completely and avoid unnecessary contact. On my first day back at Briarwood Manor, I started cleaning. I didn't expect to find the old marriage agreement tucked away in one of the cabinets.

My daughter Amy was born prematurely, so she was placed in an incubator the moment she came into the world. Right then, Harold Soulman handed me divorce papers. I had just made it back from the brink of death, and even the slightest movement tugged at the wound on my body. Now that I had been reborn on this very day, it was clear that fate was giving me a second chance to choose differently. "Fine, I'll sign the divorce—but only after the birth certificate is issued. And I want compensation."

Regina clung to his arm and whimpered pitifully, "Isaiah, don't be mad. Ms. Sinclair probably loves you too much and can't bear to lose you. She even called me the other woman just now." Isaiah glanced at me and sneered, "The one who isn't loved is the real 'other woman'!" I kept a blank expression. After all, I did not love him anymore, and his words could not hurt me in the slightest. Surprisingly, the slap seemed to work—Isaiah finally agreed to the divorce. If I had known this earlier, I would have slapped him a few more times to save myself the trouble. When I got the divorce certificate, I felt like I was reborn. A failed marriage was not the end of the world; the important thing was t

After four long years of endurance, endless nights of tears, and the quiet, gnawing ache of one-sided love, here I was—divorced, broken, but not defeated. Eight months ago, I had thought my marriage to Lance left me with nothing but scars and regrets. Yet, as I cradled my daughter Bella, watching her tiny face as she slept, I realized she was my unexpected miracle, my blessing born from pain.

“Last warning, this should not repeat itself. Choose, either you apologize or I would divorce you.” At that moment, a surge of clarity washed over me. I couldn't continue down the path I had already walked. I refused to be a pawn in their game, trapped in a toxic cycle of betrayal and heartache. It was time to break free, to sever the ties that bound me to this past life, to them. With a renewed sense of purpose, I made up my mind. Divorce became my salvation, my ticket to liberation. I couldn't wait for the next time, for another chance to change our fate.

"A little. But that’s beside the point." I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Andra, this wasn’t even a breakup. I was married. I’m not even divorced yet." She waved a dismissive hand. "Technicalities. What matters is that you’re free. And every queen deserves a proper reawakening. Which brings us to—" she flipped the notepad dramatically, "—the Sacred checklist of the Breakup Package." I sighed. "I’m almost afraid to ask." "The Purge. We’re scrubbing every trace of Layden off you—emotionally, physically, and spiritually. Consider this your rebirth."

It didn't take long for me to realize that I had been reborn… back to the day Bryson was going to divorce me. My dauther's body was warm, not the icy cold of the last life, when he had died in my arms from a congenital heart defect. A lump rose in my throat. Without hesitation, I signed the divorce papers. "Don't forget to wire me Logan's monthly child support." "You…" Perhaps he hadn't expected my decisiveness. His expression flickered in surprise, then softened into a rare, light-hearted smile. In seven years of marriage, I had never seen him like this.