After Divorce, I Became Everything Novels & Stories

I just lay there and after getting a headache, I decide to finally get up. Good thing, because when I look at my messages. I notice that my new attorney has gotten ahold of me and told me that the divorce is finalized completely. I am now a single woman. Now I have to decide where to go and what to do.

she said after her first sip, “despite the downside, you finally did it. You’re divorced. Nothing ties you to that man anymore.” “I know, right?” I exhaled. Cassia giggled, her eyes glinting. “I swear, I wish I’d recorded his mother’s face today, it was priceless.” That pulled a real laugh from me, loud, genuine, the kind that cracked something open inside me. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe relief, or maybe just Cassia’s presence reminding me I wasn’t alone in the wreckage. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” I said, my voice softening.

She trailed behind him, her gaze filled with nothing but resentment. Under the constant pressure of this environment, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of desperate decision she might make next. - Since the divorce, I'd been focused on expanding my business. After weeks of hectic work, I finally had the time to step back and enjoy my freedom again. Without the constraints of work, I sold the house in the city and took my mother back to the hometown I had always missed. Together, we rebuilt the family home. This new chapter in my life left me with more free time, though it was far from dull. I found myself doing all the things I had always wanted to do.

His touches have fully consumed my body so much that I don’t know how to let another man in. He ruined me entirely for any other man. And no matter how much I hate him, he is all I want. His touch is all I crave. He makes me feel like a different person, I can be wild as I want to be with him, crazy as I want to be. And he'll worship every bit of me. I am so terrified that no one could ever make me feel what Adam was capable of giving me. But we are divorced now. He is gone. A hollow ache burns deep in my chest when I remember how he signed the divorce papers yesterday.

He doesn't need anyone else to believe, he just needs his wife to believe. "I'm very, very sure it's not my child." Reino continued, trying to get his wife to sit down on the sofa. "Besides, if you're sure it's my child, you don't have to be afraid to get tested." Again, Reino's words hit Mary. She couldn't move when she heard that, but the other side of her became greedy. Mary had liked Reino from the beginning. She gave him everything. She made some mistakes while dating Reino, but it was not on purpose. That's why Mary wants to come back after a successful divorce.

“After everything you’ve done, you come here and hug me just like that?” “Listen to me first,” Gevan said quickly. “I was wrong. I admit it. I was stupid, selfish, and cruel.” Sheena spat on the floor near his feet. “Tch.” Gevan’s face tightened. “I will never forgive a bastard like you,” Sheena continued coldly. “You divorced me when I was at my lowest. You took my child. You let people humiliate me.” “I didn’t know you suffered that much,” Gevan said softly. “If I had known—”

Taylor, yes Tasha Taylor, a name I went back to after my divorce. "Morning," I replied. It still felt surreal sometimes. Being responsible for so much now, having people rely on me, look up to me. I wasn’t just surviving anymore, I was thriving. I made my way to my office, setting down my things and taking a deep breath. From here, I could see the city bustling outside, people moving quickly to get where they needed to go. Five years ago, I would have never imagined this life for myself. But here I was. Stronger. In control.

"It's all in the past." I cut him off and pushed my shopping cart forward. "The divorce was good for both of us. Go find a proper job and live your life well. And don't ever use your standards of beauty to control someone else again." With that, I didn't stop. I walked away. As I stepped out of the supermarket, sunlight spilled over me—warm and bright. I lifted a hand to touch my cheek. There was softness and warmth—no longer that sharp, bony frame from before.

I turned and walked toward the cab I had hailed by the roadside. When you reached the end of some roads, you never looked back. After the divorce, my life got back on track. There was no more waiting on edge. No more sharp smell of alcohol. No more endless emotional exhaustion. Six months later, just as I walked out of work, someone blocked my way.

I say because what else is there? He snorts, but not over what I've said. "It sucked for a few years, but like you my mother is strong and she came back happier than ever before. If you talk to her now, she would say the divorce was the best thing to ever happen to her." I nod because I can already see how easily it could be true. Restarting and rebuilding my life with Emma was hard. I hope it's the hardest thing I ever do, but in ways also the best. I wasn't the person I should have been while married, and being on my own has given me the opportunity to find myself. Now, I'm figuring it all out and deciding what I want to be when I grow up, but at least now I have options.