After Divorce, I Became Everything Novels & Stories

It seemed he never had the chance to do so after their divorce. Melody was wearing a dress of soft fabric, and her makeup was light. She looked the same as before, but felt wholly different. In the past, he was everything to her. She made food and did all the housework for him. His gaze made her blush, shy, and nervous. She showed him all her feelings. But now, her eyes were filled with disgust and resistance. Christopher couldn’t believe they were the same person. He was distraught. He was sure she had bewitched him with a strange spell. That must be the reason she began to occupy his mind frequently after the divorce, making him confused and unable to concentrate on his work.

She hardly had a single cent to her name after the divorce and ended up miserable. In this life, it was going to be different. She was young and could start over…

All he does is to annoy me and yell at me whenever I do wrong. Sure, I'll miss him. I'll miss his reprimands and the food that he cooks. Wait, what am I even saying? I will never miss that guy who acts like an old hag! "After the divorce, I will finally be able to do whatever I want to do." I mumbled to myself.

Pretty soon, he got bored with our ordinary life. And then he signed me up for another camp. I stared at him in disbelief, my voice raw. "Don't you remember what just happened to me? And you want me to go again?" Matthew gave me a cold look. "You've been getting pretty good at it. I've noticed a real improvement lately." I froze, my face faltering. I tore up the registration form and pulled out divorce papers instead. The divorce went through quickly. I stepped into the sunlight alone, and the world finally felt like it belonged to me again.

"It's been a beautiful journey, truly. Unlike my ex-wife, Abigail brings me peace of mind. She's humble, down-to-earth—a true partner. I look forward to growing old with her.” Abigail smiled. “It's what I ought to do as his wife. I don't think it's something I have to be reminded of. I need to be there for him each step of the way, the way he is, for me.” The interviewer smiled, sensing the sincerity in Marcus's words. "That's wonderful to hear,” she turned to marcus. “So Marcus, how has this new chapter in your personal life influenced your professional endeavors?” Marcus chuckled softly. "It's brought a new sense of stability and focus. When you have someone who believes in you completely,

Davina The dim glow of the bar lights flickered over the polished counter, reflecting off half-empty glasses and the swirling haze of cigarette smoke. A low hum of music vibrated through the walls, blending with the murmur of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter. I traced the rim of my glass with my finger, watching the amber liquid slosh against the ice. It had been nearly two weeks since the divorce, and I had successfully severed all ties with Sebastian. No more biting remarks from my mother-in-law, no more suffocating expectations, no more pretending. I should have felt liberated, but the weight in my chest told me otherwise.

He said, “And, you don't have to be so formal with me. If you need to discuss anything, even if it is a matter of urgency, you can just call me.” I felt my eyes well with tears when he said that and I quickly fluttered my eyelashes to stop them from flowing out. The man's face was immediately filled with concern, “Hey, what happened? Why are you crying? Did I say something that hurt you?” “No.” I said, “I centred my life around Draven so much that my entire happiness and sadness depended on him. When we got the divorce, I felt as if everything had fell apart and there was nothing left in my life. But now… I am realizing I am not alone and I have people like you in my life who… actually care

Only the soft hum of machinery and the flicker of nerves in my fingertips. Then, softly: "Tell me about that night." I lifted my head. "What night?" "The divorce." My heart stopped. Of course. I settled back into pillows, coffee cup clutched to my chest. "There's not much to tell." He waited. I sighed. "I signed the papers. I wasn't drunk. I wasn't even angry. I just wanted it done." Alex nodded. And then Nathan stopped by. I don't even know if it was to gloat or gloat-pretend-to-apologize." I swallowed. "We drank. He made it feel like closure. And then… it wasn't."

“And she doesn’t have anything to talk about with you anymore. She wouldn’t have left otherwise.” Xavi’s statement sent a pang of pain through his chest. It was strange. For so many years, he had grown accustomed to disappointment and heartbreak. Yet this was the very first time in years that his heart had ached just because of someone else. “I need to talk with her,” he said. “These divorce papers—” “You can hand them to me,” Xavi interrupted him, getting the divorce papers in his hands and looking at the content. “I’ll get her to sign these, and then I’ll bring it back to you.”

Her life was just beginning. Everything was still possible for her. But me? I’d gone through a marriage that left me ashamed, and a messy, undignified divorce. At this point, I could barely recognize the woman I’d become.