Accepting Massive Inheritance After Divorce Novels & Stories

On our wedding day, the big screen glitched—then flipped to kissing shots of Caleb Gorman and his "girl best friend," Holly Beech. Holly shot up, hand over her mouth, smiling all fake-innocent. "Relax, everyone. We were just messing around. Caleb and I go way back. Guess that makes me wife number two." Caleb smiled, soft like always. "That's just her. No filter. Don't take it seriously." I looked at him. Calm. "She plays kissing pics of you two at our wedding and calls herself your 'wife number two.' That's messing around?" His face tightened. Annoyed. "It's a few photos. We've been together five years. You're really gonna nitpick something this small and not let it—" I raised a hand, cutting him off. "Yeah. I am. I'm not letting it go." That hit him. He wasn't used to me standing firm. I turned to the crowd. "This wedding's over."

While pregnant, Claire Madison Kehlani catches her husband, Charles James Ashford, bringing another pregnant woman into their home. When Claire loses her baby, her husband isn’t by her side—he’s comforting the other woman. Heartbroken and abandoned, Claire meets the last man she expected to see again, Matthew Alaric Kingsley, the ruthless heir of Obsidian Enterprises and the man she rejected years ago. Matthew makes her a shocking offer, “Divorce him. Marry me instead.” But just when Claire begins to believe she has found her second chance, she discovers the terrifying truth— Matthew may not have come back for love. He came back for revenge.

Their lips collided in a desperate kiss, ignoring the presence of his wife, whose eyes shut out wide, shocked to her bones. Her own husband, kissing another woman right in front of her? For four years Petra endured every insult, every humiliation, every time Pete chose Zoe over his own wife. She believed patience would save her marriage. She was wrong. When Pete demands that she apologize to Zoe because she challenged their flirtatious relationship, something inside Petra finally breaks. “I want a divorce.” Pete laughs it off. To him, Petra is just an orphan with nowhere to go. But the world is about to turn upside down. Because the woman he discarded… is the long-lost daughter of the Chapman empire. And when Petra returns, the husband who betrayed her and the woman who stole her place will learn a painful truth— they just made the biggest mistake of their lives.

Despite being forced by her parents to marry in order to save her younger sister fron the same fate, Rose Springs has a very clear plan in mind: she will remain married to the cold and rude billionaire Aaron Vamcap for only one year, to ensure that the contract her parents want so badly to be concluded and, than, she can file for divorce. Which shouldn't be difficult, since her husband and his entire family visibly hate her. However, the more time she spends in that isolated mansion, the more Rose is surprised by the fact that everyone there seemed to think she was the worst person in the world, but also happy to realize that she is getting them to really know her. So much, when the time to leave comes, a part of Rose feels strangely sad to leave the Vamcaps behind, including her grumpy husband. However, inexplicably, what she thought would be a peaceful situation turns into a mess when Aaron refuses to give her a divorce. But, wasn't he the one who said that she would never be a Vamcap, when they met? What was wrong with him?

On my fourth year anniversary, my wife, Rachel Brady, hands over a divorce agreement to me. "My mom is afflicted with a severe disease, and she's dying soon. Her final wish is to watch us get a divorce. "I promise that this is just a fake divorce. Once my mom has passed away, we'll get remarried again." As I watch Rachel sob sadly in front of me, I agree to her proposition out of sympathy. But as soon as we get divorced, Rachel quickly posts a photo of her and her first love, Max Cohen, in wedding attire on her social media account. Even my ex-mother-in-law, who's said to live on borrowed time, is included in the same photo while looking hearty and hale.

For two years of marriage, Edith Conrad had done many things to catch James Shatner's attention, but he only responded with 'Stop being so dramatic' at best. Edith was convinced he was simply born a cold person, until she saw him sweet-talk his one true love, and came to understand that he can be sweet—just not to her. It also gave her the reality check that everything she did was for herself. Since then, she had turned into the perfect wife—mature, flawless, and dazzling. Then, when the time was right, she handed James their divorce papers and left without a care. When they met again, the once-fake heiress was now an actual billionaire, with countless successful men flocking around her. Seeing her having fun with them, James finally set aside his pride. "Mrs. Shatner, you're only allowed to be my drama queen." Dressed in dazzling vermillion, she looked coolly at him as she replied, "Sorry, Mr. Shatner. I'll be marrying someone else soon." He cornered her forcefully but was begging with a whisper into her ear, "You only get to marry me, Ed…"

Hazel's world is far from perfect. But, she’s happily married to the love of her life, Carter, a dashing billionaire and scion of the powerful Whitlock clan. Despite the raised eyebrows and skeptical glances from his elitist relatives, Hazel works tirelessly to be the perfect wife, striving to meet their lofty expectations. Carter's love is equally profound…. Or so she thought. On the day of their third anniversary, Hazel finds out she’s pregnant, and that Carter is having an affair with her best friend. Heartbroken and desperate, Hazel conceals her pregnancy and demands for a divorce, only to be met with Carter's ruthless ultimatum: stay and give him an heir or face financial ruin. With nowhere to turn, Hazel’s only hope is to seek the assistance of the best divorce lawyer in town - Marius Thorne. Little does she know that her relationship with her lawyer will turn out to be intimate and passionate, thus, making her enjoy all the perks of having him by her side.

On my 16th birthday, I treat myself to the most delicious cake I can find. On that day, before I can even take a bite, my parents, who are always at odds with each other, sign their divorce papers right in front of me. So, on my wedding day, I tell my wife, Keira Jarrett, "If you ever want a divorce, just get me a birthday cake." She hugs me tightly and promises me."Don't worry. 'Birthday' won't even be a word in our home anymore." Seven years later, on Keira's birthday, her assistant, Jackson Price, throws her a surprise party. She slaps him across his handsome, gentle face and kicks him out of Jarrett Group. That day, I am convinced I have chosen the right woman for life. But three months later, on my birthday, I find out the supposedly fired Jackson has been promoted to Keira's personal secretary. He personally delivers a custom-made birthday cake to me. I call Keira to demand an explanation, but her voice on the other end is cold and distant. "Jack meant well. Don't be a spoilsport." I freeze for a moment, then hang up. It turns out my parents are right all along. The only way a birthday cake tastes right is when it's served with divorce papers.

Dante Valieri, the most sought-after mafia lawyer in New York, had just signed his own name on my divorce papers. But he had no idea. Because while he was signing them, his eyes never left Camille. The second Camille walked in, Dante had already looked up. He watched her disappear into the lounge before finally turning back to me. “What did I just sign?” “Nothing important. You never really look at the things I hand you anyway.” He started toward the lounge. “Next time, just send it to my phone. Don’t make a special trip.” As he closed the door behind him, I heard him say to Camille— “You came so early. I was worried I’d miss you.” And just like that, I was shut out on the other side of the door. You won’t miss anything anymore, Dante. In ten days, I’ll be going home. After that, no one will interrupt the two of you ever again.

When I was 18 years old, Luigi Conti, the craziest heir of the Conti family, pulled out a gun at an auction and executed the Don of the Serra family. That man happened to be my foster father, also the one who had me auctioned away as though I were a slave. When he was being dragged toward the armored car by the military police, he kept laughing like mad despite having blood streaking down his face. "Why must I atone for my sins? Since God refuses to save you, let me be your savior! From now on, no one in Sandalay has the guts to clip your wings anymore, my darling Isabella!" Seven years later, Luigi gets released from prison. He looks at me as I wash dishes for a living in the slums before snuffing out the cigar trapped between his fingers. That night, Luigi returns to his family and steals the position of the Don. After we get married, I'm the only person who has the highest access over the vaults under the Conti family. Luigi even forcibly expands the ring that signifies ultimate authority—which has been passed down from generation to generation for a century—and slides it onto my ring finger. He buys half of Sandalay's estates just so he can fill the vineyards with the white grapes I've mentioned in passing. He tells me that his turf is called Isabella. But everything changes when I discover a photo album stashed in a hidden compartment in Luigi's study. All 2,000 photos feature a young woman in a white dress who is reading in the library. That is the female assassin he's planning on training. The woman looks very pure and innocent. She's most suited to conquer certain bigwigs' hearts. But now, it seems that Luigi's the one being conquered by her. When Luigi finds out about my discovery, he throws the photo album into the fireplace and watches it burn in the fire with a stony expression. "I'm just repackaging her so that she can aid me in money laundering. Just pretend you never saw the photo album." I push the signed divorce agreement over to Luigi. "I said, sign the agreement." Frustrated, Luigi pins the divorce agreement on the table with a knife, his expression insanely dark. "Isabella Serra, have you forgotten about the Conti family's rules? There's no such thing as divorce. We can only be widowed."