A Hot Night After Divorce Novels & Stories

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

She had married, so her parents would stop pressuring her, and the marriage brought some benefits to her family. Plus, she didn't have to share a bed with a man she didn't love. She lived contentedly by herself for a year, and then Chance returned. They coexisted peacefully for another year. If Chance had never touched her, if she hadn't experienced last night, she might have been able to continue in this marriage. But now, she didn't want that anymore. The thought of Chance's behavior the previous night filled her with fear and disgust. "I want to divorce Chance," she finally admitted, voicing the thought that had been weighing on her all night.

I didn't sleep that night, or the night after. Every time I closed my eyes, the photographs burned into my eyelids. The dark hotel room,the man with the blurred face,my body and features,the total ruin of the only night that had ever felt real to me. I sat on the edge of the sagging mattress in a cheap, generic hotel room, staring at my phone,three days since the divorce. Three days since Jason threw me out like trash. The media was having a field day,the headlines hadn't stopped, and social media was vicious.

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

“Diane, I threw a birthday party for you twice. You didn’t show up.” “Because I was busy!” “Exactly! You’re always fucking busy.” The veins in my neck bulged. “Do you even remember you’re married? Because it seems like I’m the only one putting some effort into making this work. I love you, Diane. I love you so fucking much, but sometimes you make it hard to.” I took a step forward, my voice cracking. “We sleep in different rooms, baby. Have you ever wondered how that made me feel?” “How did it make you feel?” She repeated.

“No mom am not sick. I just haven’t been eating or sleeping well.” She shared a look with my father. “It’s because of the divorce, isn’t it? You can divorce Olivia if that is what you want Nick. I love her like a daughter, and I hate what you did for things to get to this point. But If divorcing her is going to make you happy, if that woman makes you happy then we will support you.”

Discounting the last time he had snuck into her bed while she slept, this was the first time they had shared the same bed after their divorce. After the divorce, Liana thought it would be the end of their relationship... Who knew that in the last few months, their interactions would be so constant. Lying in the dark, Liana let her mind wander, if she hadn't stumbled upon him and Betina a few months ago, she wondered what her life would be like, she wouldn't have recovered her memory and he would have nothing to do with her....

With nothing but a blank screen staring back at her, she finally accepted her new route and walked out, her suitcases clattering behind her. The tests were on the counter, and each one had two separate lines. Can't happen. They always took care. Always, they used protec "No," she said quietly. She thought about the night that happened more than a month ago. Now she had to pay for it. After that night, things were fine for a week or two, and they tried to forget that their problems weren't really gone, just hidden for a while. But when she signed the divorce papers this time, they didn't say anything mean to each other. The people around them were just quiet. It didn't feel like anger so much

I did ask for a divorce, didn’t I? The guys kept complimenting her, telling me beautiful and how amazing she was. I got a little annoyed by their words. They have no right to look at her that way, besides, I don’t need to be told that she’s hot. I’m sitting right here, and I can see for myself that she is so hot. Every guy around keeps hitting on her and it got me so possessive and infuriated. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I decided to go to her and remind her that the divorce is not yet finalized.