A Hot Night After Divorce Novels & Stories

Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce. That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?" The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake." Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend. I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm ar

What would I do if something happens to her? He continued, "We've been together for 10 years, Eve. Even if we're divorced now, you're still closer to me than family. I'll always want the best of you, even better than what I have. If it wasn't for you tricking me into signing the agreement, I would've never divorced you." It was funny how Ian's words were exactly the same as what Francesca told me. I looked at him indifferently and asked, "Are you done talking? I still have work to do in the afternoon."

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

Arianna It's been two weeks since my divorce was finalized, and I haven't had the time to enjoy myself as much as I would love to; work keeps me busy and keeps me from thinking about how I finally got my freedom from the Milian family. After all the back and forth with Jacob suddenly ended, who would’ve thought things were that easy? Lying on the bed, I felt that Lucia and I deserved a night out to drink and dance the night away. I've been slaving away at my job since I got it, and I need some girls' time.

“Order yours. Don't worry, the bill is on me. You can say it's an engagement gift.” “Thanks, man,” Nathan cheered, before saying to the bartender, “Perks of having a billionaire as a friend. I want vodka shots.” “Coming right up,” The bartender said, before moving to the side to prepare our orders. “So, is there a Mrs De Luca yet?” Nathan asked, and I shook my head in negation. “No. Not anymore,” I replied, feeling a surge of sadness tinged with anger. “I got divorced five years ago.” Time really flew by when you were engrossed in work. To think Josephine and I could have celebrated our eight marriage anniversary this year, had she not been a despicable person.

"Rachel, Rachel…!" "I've something to tell…!" The two of them spoke at the same time, and both sounded very excited. Rachel chuckled. "You go first." Cecilia said eagerly, "Did you read the news? Remember the woman who fought with you at the mall two days ago? Her husband wants to divorce her." "Yes, I read it." "I'm warning you, you'd better be careful. People are very vengeful nowadays. For all you know, that woman might just blame her divorce on you."

Seeing Stella's eyebrows furrow, Maya quickly replied, "Um, I added some sugar syrup to make it less bitter, like Madam Dahlia said." Stella pouted. "Maya, you saw it. Keegan and I are getting divorced. So this stuff isn't needed." Maya shook her head. "But Madam, every couple has tough times. You can't talk about divorce whenever you fight. It hurts things. And look, Keegan left after that call because he cares. Plus, divorced people don't sleep in the same room." Stella didn't know how to explain they just slept on the bed, nothing more.

“But… what about Argantara and Revania?” I took a deep breath, staring at the office ceiling. “Let them be. I have my own plans now. No longer relying on a husband who never truly cared, and I won’t let Revania destroy my dignity again.” --- The next day, I arrived at the office with steady steps. All eyes were on me—not only because I was a manager returning after internal conflict, but also because the divorce rumors had spread quickly. I sat at my desk, reviewing scattered reports, yet there was a strange sense of relief. It felt like freedom from the chains that had held me for so long.

His little girl, Valentina, hasn’t said a word since, coupled with other signs of trauma and has just recently started having night terrors. By the end of our meeting, I have agreed to move over to Pittsburgh which should be about four hours from New York City where I stay, to monitor her and try to help her health and move on. By late afternoon on Thursday, I was officially a divorced woman. I didn’t get to see Jared and so, I didn’t bother with talking to Jason aside the court room. I didn’t tell him I was leaving and even when he called out to me I ignored him. I was just thankful he didn’t make our divorce a matter of public interest and I didn’t find a single paparazzi anywhere near the

Present day… Seeing Natalia come in last night, sad at the fact that her parents were fighting yet again made me conflicted. As much as I tried, the disagreement just never stopped. Agatha and I rarely agreed on anything and there's only so much of my temper I can keep in check. She kept provoking me with her words and actions and sometimes, I lost it. Like last night. But at the same time, things became clearer than ever. I didn't love Agatha. I never did, at least romantically. And heaven knows that right now, the only thing on my mind was a divorce.