After Divorce, I Became Everything Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I’ve said everything that needs to be said. The choice is yours." Reality proved that threats worked. I successfully got the divorce certificate. When we walked out of the courthouse, her expression was sour. "You’ll regret this!" I ignored her and walked away. After the divorce, I started a business for the second time. Returning to familiar territory, I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. I was determined to build something of my own. I had no time to regret anything, but she did. She announced her breakup with Mr. Hundred Times on social media and stopped caring about the company altogether.

And after a few days, I had her eating out of my hand. But that was a long time ago. Knowing what I knew now, I could tell that she had gone through a lot of changes since the divorce. She was a totally different woman now, and she didn’t care about her past anymore. Sadly, I was left behind in this past that she didn’t wish to return to. Now how exactly was I supposed to let that slide?

All I could think about now though was what I had lost in the process. After the divorce there were nights when I sobbed myself to sleep. I could hardly get out of bed during those days. The weight of starting over when everyone believed I had nothing left, the humiliation and the loneliness. It took a lot of effort for me to become this woman. And yet. Something still hurts me. I got up and went over to the side wall mirror. Looking back at me, the woman appeared strong, polished and untouchable. Her eyes however conveyed a different message. I touched the cool glass with my palm.

Life after the divorce unfolded with a serenity I hadn't anticipated. The freedom was intoxicating. I sold our properties and poured capital into promising startups as an angel investor. My time and money were mine alone, answerable to no one. My travels continued. I watched the aurora dance across the Arctic skies, trekked through the scorching sands, and dove into the turquoise depths. Each experience reshaped me, expanding my world beyond the confines of my past. Asher faded into irrelevance, his name surfacing only in fleeting finance headlines.

“Isn’t it?” Another pause. The ticking of the clock on the wall suddenly sounded too loud. “We went through too much together for you to look at me like I’m nothing,” he said. My chest tightened, but I refused to let it show. “I’m not saying you’re nothing,” I replied. “I’m saying that after the divorce, I had to build a life. A real one. One that doesn’t fall apart every time my feelings get involved.” He studied me carefully. “You’re still angry.”

"If your father could see you now, I wonder what he would think. You used his memory as an excuse to destroy a marriage and take money and property that weren't yours. Take care of yourself." With that, I returned to the sunroom and watched the snow falling outside. Their affairs no longer concerned me. The divorce was finalized before the new year. All the paperwork now bore only my name. It felt like removing a heavy shackle. A new year had begun, and I was starting everything anew. A gentle breeze carried the scent of new grass and new growth. There was still time for everything.

I said, my heart pounding, “I wanted to thank you. I really do.” There was a brief silence on the other end, and I could tell he was taken aback. “Thank you for divorcing me,” I continued, the words heavy in my chest but freeing at the same time. “Thank you for showing me that I was worth more than the way you treated me. Thank you for walking away, because if you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have found the strength to leave myself. I wouldn’t have been able to discover who I really am.” My fingers tightened around the phone as I spoke, the pain of the past transforming into something else—something liberating. I took a breath before continuing, my voice a little more firm.

Morgan's house was not very small, but she had lived in very few places. "We are divorced." Natalie said calmly, "Boss Morgan, have you not forgotten what you said?" Samuel's throat choked, his fingertips tightly gripped the coffee cup, his voice cold: "I have not forgotten." Natalie calmly took a sip of coffee and calmly replied: "It's okay, as long as you don't forget. Now that we are divorced, everything about your house has nothing to do with me. I don't have any conditions; I will not return."

However, he didn’t understand why she never mentioned it to him. “Then why don’t father and grandmother know about it? Rose said as she wasn’t one to be defeated in a fight. “They knew mom had money. If she didn’t, then how did she buy the company’s shares surviving it from bankruptcy since then? Mom wanted to see whether they were good people and if they really accepted her before coming clean. Also, she just knew that she was from a rich family but she didn’t know which one as she had lost her memories. It isn’t a secret that she didn’t know how she was even when dad and mom met. However, a week before getting a divorce, she remembered everything. Or why do you think that she agreed to the

“I choose Maria; let’s end our engagement.” She managed to not just get everyone on her side but actively made them see her as the victim and me as the big bad bully who was jealous of her. She kept up this act, even now. “You must be a complete mess, going through all that you're going through.” She pulled away to take a better look at me. I smiled, knowing she expected me to affirm her secret prayers that I wasn't doing well. “I'm actually feeling the best I've ever felt in the longest time. The divorce was a blessing; now I'm focused on work, and even Dad wants me back.”