A Hot Night After Divorce Novels & Stories

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!

"What do you mean?" "My sixth sense tells me this. It all started from the night we slept in the same bed." "Really? I feel nothing." "You're not me. Anyway, I think ever since that night, he's been much colder and more distant. The most obvious change is that he hangs out with us less often. Didn't you notice?" "It's not a big deal. Just trust me and give it more time. He will marry you. Now that the divorce is finalized, the last obstacle is gone."

1: Divorce after 5 years. - Rule No. 2: Intimacy is not allowed. - Rule No. 3: Separate rooms until divorce. - Rule No. 4: No interference in each other's private business. - Rule No. 5: No falling in love with the other party. - Rule No. 6: Angel goes with her mum after the divorce. "What part of 'I don't want to marry you' don't you understand?" I retorted, feeling overwhelmed by frustration and anger.

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."

“Okay, okay. I get it. But I just… I’ve been thinking. About us. About everything we used to have.” “There is no us, Harold. We’re divorced.” His eyes pleaded with mine. “But that can change. People get remarried all the time, Audrey. We could start over. Really… try this time.” That actually made me laugh—sharp and cold. “Start over?” I shook my head, crossing my arms. “I thank God every day that we ended. You tore me down every time I tried to dream. You never believed in anything I was or wanted to be. I have no desire to revisit that nightmare.”

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.