A Hot Night After Divorce Novels & Stories

I wiped my tears harshly, “If you really want to have a divorce, then tell me why.” “She's back.” That was all he said before he disappeared into the hallway. I sunk my nails into my flesh and whimpered, fresh, hot tears spilling from my eyes. It was unbearable, hurtful and torturous. The sky must have felt my pain because the rain poured harder than ever before that night. For the first time in forever, Liam and I slept in separate rooms. There was no one to tuck me in and keep me warm, and there was no goodnight kiss on my forehead.

Heels she hadn't worn in years. She had spent hours preparing a candlelit dinner, his favorite dishes, arranged with meticulous care. Every detail was perfect. Every second was charged with anticipation. But as the sun dipped lower, he hadn't come home. The food had cooled. She reheated it. It cooled again. She kept trying, like maybe if she kept the dinner warm, she could keep hope alive, too. But food could be reheated. A numb heart could not. That was the thing about divorce, it was rarely sparked by a single explosion. It was the weight of a thousand quiet disappointments, slowly crushing everything beneath them until nothing was left but frost.

If just to make me feel bad, then she did it. I don’t want to bear the punishment. I bury myself in work, and I left as late as I can before I come to this bar. I have heard stories about guys coming to get drunk after a divorce, and I used to snort at that. I never thought I would one day join them. “Happy divorce,” Seriously? Adrian Dunn??? I close my eyes in frustration. Even before turning around, I recognize his annoying voice! The one guy I do not want to see tonight! ...Wait!

That was when Spencer used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. It was rare for them to meet up after they got divorced. The time of their meeting was always very short, too. Before the divorce, Spencer often went on business trips. Sometimes, he didn't get to see Ariana for two weeks or so. Back then, he didn't have such strong withdrawal symptoms. Perhaps he subconsciously knew he'd get to see Ariana after he reached home. That way, he'd hug her to sleep at night. Now that both of them were divorced, Spencer found himself suffering from insomnia every night, seeing as he didn't get to hug Ariana to sleep anymore.

Only the soft hum of machinery and the flicker of nerves in my fingertips. Then, softly: "Tell me about that night." I lifted my head. "What night?" "The divorce." My heart stopped. Of course. I settled back into pillows, coffee cup clutched to my chest. "There's not much to tell." He waited. I sighed. "I signed the papers. I wasn't drunk. I wasn't even angry. I just wanted it done." Alex nodded. And then Nathan stopped by. I don't even know if it was to gloat or gloat-pretend-to-apologize." I swallowed. "We drank. He made it feel like closure. And then… it wasn't."

I barely spared him a glance—until he walked straight to my chair and bent down, whispering urgently. His voice was low. “Sir, you need to see this.” I flicked my gaze toward him. I didn’t like interruptions. Daniel knew that. If he was here, then it wasn’t just important—it was urgent. Without a word, I reached for my phone and unlocked it. The first thing I saw was the headline. “Woman Divorces Husband, Seen Leaving Michell Garcia’s Hotel Room.” My jaw locked. I scrolled down. The attached video was short, clipped together for maximum damage.

she said, giggling again at something he had said. Tomorrow, both of us will be free, I said in my head as I carefully sat down on the chair next to hers and moved the divorce paper across the little space between us, dropping it right in front of her. “Oh my gosh, Kyle, the photo you sent about the northern lights was perfect,” she said into her phone, giggling. A fresh frown coated my already down face as I looked up at Clara’s face, she was so closed up in her little bubble with Kyle that she hadn't even noticed the divorce paper I dropped in front of her.

"Serena, let's go home and talk." "This is my home." "It's my home too." "Not after tomorrow." A muscle in his brow twitched. "What's that supposed to mean?" I held up my phone screen for him to see. The first draft of the divorce papers was already saved. Adrian's face went ice-cold. "You want a divorce over something this small?" Something this small. I chewed on those words, then nodded. Adrian drew a deep breath. "Serena, marriage isn't one of your court cases. It's not black and white."

"You think you're not the same? Are you an angel with no faults? Come on, don't play innocent in front of me. You slept intentionally with me so that you can take your sister's place." "You really..." "Enough. I'm sick of this shitty drama. You just sign the divorce papers and give them to me. As soon as possible!" After saying that, he walked away from me. "Ash!" I tried to catch up with him, but my hand was forcefully pulled away by Ash's mistress. "Stop it! Are you deaf? Or do you have no self-respect? Ash has dumped you. Dumped you. So stop bothering him and just sign the divorce papers!" she snapped with anger exploding.

Nick's gaze darkened as he continued, "He never fights fair. He's ruthless and unpredictable. If we catch him in the act with solid evidence, even if he doesn't end up behind bars, we can trap him and make him suffer. "And besides…" Nick's voice grew sharp. The thin silver frames of his glasses glinted under the sunlight. "Sol, do you think a divorce will sever the tie between you two? With someone like Lucian, with the way he acts and obsesses, there'll never be peace until he's gone."