A Hot Night After Divorce Novels & Stories

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."

Then he spoke the words that shattered everything in me. “We’re getting a divorce.”

They got intimate? "Damn it.".he gritted between his teeth. Why would they make out when they had just few weeks to go? He'd been so happy when his informant reported that they barely lived like couples in the house. It gave him hope that Adira wouldn't have a difficult time moving on when they divorce. So, why the hell were they getting intimate with just little time left? He rose to his feet, inserting his hands in his trouser pockets and pacing round his office. What if they become too attached and cancel the divorce plans?

That was the tragedy. She understood me so much that she learned to expect less. The realization hollowed something inside me out completely. Because Elara had not stopped loving me first. She stopped hoping I would choose her. I sat heavily on the edge of the bed again. Staring blankly ahead. And suddenly I remembered something small. So small I almost lost it entirely. One rainy night during our second year of marriage. The power went out in the penthouse. I was irritated because I couldn’t finish work.

she continued. "Screw you!" I exploded, the frustration boiling over. "I don’t care about the money, or the legacy, or any of it! What matters is that we’re both about to be trapped in a marriage neither of us wants, and for what? A mistake I made because I was too drunk to know what I was doing?" Aria flinched at my words, and I saw a flicker of pain in her eyes. It made me hesitate, just for a moment. But I couldn’t stop now. I had to convince her.

“Matthew… you are talking about control.” “And what is wrong with that?” “What is wrong,” she said slowly, “is that you are acting as though the two of you are still operating on the same understanding.” His fingers tightened against the steering wheel. “We are still married.” “Are you?” Sophie asked quietly. Matthew did not respond. “You just told me she signed the divorce papers,” she continued. “And now you are surprised she is making independent decisions.” His grip loosened slightly, then tightened again. “That does not mean she gets to—”

My legs felt lighter, but my heart pounded recklessly as the car door opened for me. “Miss Anna,” the driver said. As we pulled away, the question burned in my chest Was I moving on too fast… when my divorce wasn’t even final? Or had I just stepped into something far more dangerous than heartbreak?

the man said before turning around leaving a pale Travis. From the man’s words, he understood that Elaine had already known what had happened at night. His eyes turned cold as he couldn’t believe that he had let that family bully her, and he had promised that he would always be at her side. His eyes became watery, but he was too stubborn to shed tears. He took the divorce agreement and went through it, then sighed before returning it to the envelope. He went and placed it in his safe to keep it safe, as to him, that was the only thing that Elaine had left to him, and he wasn’t going to sign it no matter what.

But once they were divorced, they would no longer be family. …… Back in their room, Calista took a shower. After that, she grabbed some extra blankets from the closet while Lucian was in the bathroom and threw them on the sofa. When Lucian came out, he raised an eyebrow at the blankets on the sofa before getting into bed. On the bed, Calista frowned at him. "You're sleeping on the sofa." If they were getting divorced, then there was no need to share a bed. Lucian looked at her and laughed in disdain. "If I sleep on the sofa, then you can divorce me on the grounds that you're not satisfied."