A Hot Night After Divorce Novels & Stories

Emily didn’t want to say too much in front of their grandmother, but she also couldn’t keep the truth hidden forever. "I’m moving in here with Grandma from now on." "What do you mean?" Francie shot up from the sofa. "Did you and Aaron have a fight?" Emily glanced toward Ruth. Though clearly worried, Ruth nodded slightly — a silent permission. So Emily said,"Aaron and I are getting a divorce." Francie looked like he’d been hit by a truck, "NO! No way… This is way too sudden. Can’t you two just talk things through?" "There’s nothing left to talk about. The problems between us have been there for a long time."

When he set the glass down again, his dark eyes were shadowed with a brooding intensity. He smirked. "Dumped? Why would you even assume that?" Another person chimed in, "The last time you drank like this was the day you got divorced." Before the words even finished, someone else elbowed the speaker. Divorce was a sore subject for Harvey. Anyone who brought it up would be met with his icy glare. Seeing Harvey's expression darken, the others quickly tried to smooth things over. "Harvey didn't drink this much last time! Divorce means nothing to him!"

However, that coldness turned to burning rage when he noticed them leaving for the hotel. That woman had actually gotten a hotel room! How could she be so promiscuous after their divorce?

I stared blankly at the divorce papers for a long time. l couldn't help but smile bitterly. Being friends after a divorce seemed forever elusive for me and Jaclyn Dills. We were bitter rivals when we got married, and even after the divorce, we couldn't let go. I stared blankly at the divorce papers for a long time. This winter was cold and lengthy, but no matter how cold and lengthy, there would be an end. In April, the weather was unusually warm, my body had fully recovered, and this child was well-behaved, unlike the tumultuous pregnancy with Perry. Nausea was rare, and my appetite was surprisingly good.

Keelin chuckled, and proudly said: "Right. Yesterday was his first day back from a business trip, so…we slept a bit late.” Keelin's words were so shady, that anyone who heard them would think of the same situation. Of course, Clara was no exception, she immediately got angry “Keelin Morales, are you shameless? The two of you are already divorced." “What about a divorce? Who says divorce can't sleep together?" Keelin shrugged and said, her innocent appearance made Clara want to take action.

“Are you still not used to living alone” He paused. “No,” he replied. “I am fine.” She leaned closer. “I am glad you got divorced,” she said. “It is better for everyone.” He nodded. “Yes.” But when he returned home that night, the villa felt colder than ever. He stood in the living room and suddenly remembered something. The soup. Every night, no matter how late he came home, there was always soup. Even if he never drank it. Now, there was nothing. No warm light. No waiting figure.

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

The male participant chuckled. "I heard from the staff that Mr. Sinclair slept on the couch last night. “I always thought celebrities came on these divorce shows just for publicity, but they actually seem legit." The female participant sighed dramatically. "If I had a husband that rich, I wouldn’t care if he had time for me or not. “He could have a mistress or two, as long as he paid up. Hell, I’d personally take care of his mistress after she gave birth if the money was good enough!"