After Divorce, I Became Everything Novels & Stories

He explained. And Liana nodded her head in agreement with him, after all, they had time and could do it now. Then Liana sat down again and began to slowly leaf through the document, and Edward took the coffee cup and began to admire Liana, his feelings were complicated at this moment. He didn't expect Liana to become someone else in such a short time, how could he not have met this woman before? But on the other hand, he didn't regret getting divorced, because only then did he have the opportunity to get to know this new woman she had become.

I've hidden from everyone even myself how I've been struggling with my identity ever since my divorce. Sex before marriage has been one thing I never compromised. Daily I told myself that I wouldn't want my soul to be attached to just anyone because after all half of me will become one with half of his, same to me. However, I didn't sit down and let it drown in until the divorce and I had no choice but to try and forget about Blake. This became a struggle because I was separating from another part of me and leaving it behind. That left me hollow inside. I had to learn how to function on my own and I am still learning which is really hard. And now I'm thrown back to what I've been trying to m

Empty in a way that had nothing to do with physical space and everything to do with the strange vacuum her departure had created. He stood in his study now, nursing his third scotch of the afternoon even though it wasn't yet four o'clock, staring at the legal documents his attorney had delivered that morning. Divorce decree. Custody agreement. Asset distribution. All signed, sealed, official. All proof that Ambelyn Moreau had walked away from him like he was nothing. Like he was disposable. The audacity of it made his blood boil. "Are you going to drink yourself into a stupor, or are you going to actually do something about this situation?"

I snapped photos of our signed divorce agreement and my doctor's report, then posted them with a caption: “I finally moved on.” Those words vibrated through my nerves, releasing a tension I didn’t realize I’d been carrying. Marrying Richard had been the biggest mistake of my life. I should have invested my time in those who genuinely loved me, not in someone who never did. “How do I even start over with Harley? What do I tell my child?” I wasn’t motivated to return home. I needed to rest and figure out how to stand on my feet again. I wasn’t financially stable.

I crossed the room, walking slowly, straight and surely not looking away from the line of his shoulders as I covered the distance between us. When I reached him I put two fingers lightly against his back, a tap, barely anything and he turned. I held out the folder for him to take. He opened it and read, his face giving nothing away, not even surprise or satisfaction, nothing that would tell me what was happening behind those eyes. But I knew what was in the folder. The signed final decree. The judge's stamp. My name, free from Cole Holt printed in clean black ink on government paper. The divorce was done.

"You were a name on a birth certificate and a presence she kept making excuses for because she was five years old and she loved you anyway and you never once deserved it." Something moved across his face but he kept his expression arranged. "She was sick," I continued and my voice cracked slightly on the word sick and I let it because I was done performing composure in this house for this man. "She was sick and her wolf was destroying her from the inside and you told me she would die anyway and you were not going to throw money at a dead end. You said that about your daughter. Your five year old daughter." He said nothing. "You cut off every account and then left us with nothing. You made he

Four years of my life had revolved around those letters. I had worn that name. Signed it on documents. Introduced myself with it. Built routines around it. Attached plans to it. Bent pieces of myself around the future it represented. Then one Tuesday morning I had signed divorce papers, packed my grandmother’s china into boxes, loaded my car, and driven across the city to a small apartment with low ceilings and windows that filled with afternoon light. I had unpacked everything myself. I had slept alone. I had stood in that empty apartment and told myself I was free.

Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce. That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?" The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake." Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend. I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm ar

“You’re very passionate about what you do.” She nodded. “Of course. It was what kept me going when I had no one.” He had a feeling she was talking about their divorce. He hated that he couldn’t remember that moment. “What did it feel like? After we got the divorce?” Her sigh was sorrowful. “Like my world has ended. I threw myself into becoming a doctor, it was the only way I knew to give my life some meaning.” The hurt in her voice was evident and he hated himself for being the reason it was there.

He even prohibited me from sharing a meal with him and I endured his indifference for several years. Through the years, I remembered how Dad warned me and I’ve been thinking of going back home but my pride stopped me from doing it. Three years of being Mrs. Thompson and I didn’t even get to enjoy my married life! To the outside world, I was the beautiful and elegant Mrs. Thompson who lived a lavish life in Richard’s mansion, but the truth was so much messier and lonelier. Then, after an hour of playing the perfect hostess and the perfect wife for Richard Thompson, I needed a moment to breathe.