After Divorce, I Became Everything Novels & Stories

Why did he appear a little disheveled? Puzzled, she picked up the pen and handed it to him. Finally, the two forms were signed. The staff wrapped up the procedure, and the divorce was finalized. "All the best to both of you." Staring at the divorce certificate as she left the city hall, she struggled to describe her feelings. They dragged out the divorce to the point that she had gotten over the initial heartache. More than anything, she felt a wave of relief. She had once lived solely for love and learned her lesson. After reuniting with the Taylor family, her only wish was to focus on work and bring in the dough. There would be no place for men in her life.

“What’s wrong? Do you know this so-called Jean Beaufort?” Her eyes watered. “He’s my ex.” My grip around the steering tightened. “The married one?” She sniffed. “What’s he doing here? Why did he have to follow me here? I left Los Angeles all because of him to start afresh and—” she dug her fingers into her hair, tugging at it as a tear slid down her cheeks. “He’s here again. How am I supposed to move on if he keeps showing up?!” “Sophia, calm down.”

"Who in this world won't be able to survive after a divorce?" It was as if she had become worthless after marrying Cedric. But in reality, Cedric had shaped her into someone who could do little more than please the Johnson family and attend to their needs! However, now that she was on the verge of leaving him, her hand holding the paintbrush didn't tremble. "Fair point, but you've impressed me," Bianca commented. Natalie replied, "Dinner is ready. It's in the pot." Bianca laughed. "Wow, you can cook for yourself now? Well done!"

ARIEL The divorce was processed quicker than I thought, but it doesn’t matter anymore because it is done. I should be grateful that everything happened as it was because I would have been a fool all my life. It is time that I pick myself up and be who I am made of. I am no longer responsible for myself but also the seed growing inside of me. I place my hands on my stomach and exhale.

It broke her heart that the man who brought her into the world was never going to understand the trauma and abuse that she had to endure all in the forsaken name of marriage. "What do you want father?" Diana asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she felt the pace of the car reduce due to the traffic light before them. "I want you to stop being an ingrate and stop this divorce nonsense," Mr. King ordered. "I am not under your roof anymore, Father, I am done listening to you and Mom," Diana proclaimed trying not to get upset. "I always knew that you'd turn out to be an ungrateful bitch," replied Mr. King. His words were hurtful and they cut through her heart.

With a deep breath, she emerged back into the parlor. “I never thought I'd have the courage to give you these papers. But Ryan, today I realized we were never meant to meet. I spent all this time believing I was nothing without you, and that you were what I deserved. How wrong I was. I'm done Ryan and this time I mean it.” she said calmly. “These are the divorce papers, please sign them,” she continued, stretching her hands. Silence filled the room, the only sound being the ticking of the clock and the voices on the TV.

Knowing the kind of person that Jessica and Andrea were, I was pretty sure that they were hellbent on getting me pissed off just like they did during my anniversary night. “The deed has been done and nothing can change it, even fate cannot go back in time to rewrite what happened. But there is a new future for me, it doesn't end with my divorce with Aiden or being humiliated by the public. After all, I am not a barren woman and therefore, I can start over with another man,” I said. As I was saying this to them, my mind kept on thinking about Spencer and his reassuring words to me.

“Tomorrow, I will set you up on a TV show. You will be asked about Vivian and the pregnancy. And you will explain that you are more than willing to welcome her as part of the family. Okay, baby...” He reached out to touch me, but I swatted his hand away sharply. The audacity of this man to suggest such a thing without a shred of remorse. If there had been any doubt left in me a minute ago, it vanished completely. This was not the man I thought I had fallen in love with and married. Right now, I wasn’t even sure if that man had ever existed, or if he was just something my delusions had created. “I want a divorce,” I said flatly. “I spoke to my lawyer. He will be here with the papers in the mo

- IVY The divorce had finalized quietly, three months earlier, with neither of us contesting much of anything — a tired, mutual unraveling rather than a battle, the kind of ending that comes when two people have simply run out of reasons to keep fighting for something neither of them wants intact anymore. I'd moved into a smaller apartment on the other side of the city, the kind of practical, unglamorous space I hadn't lived in since before my marriage, and had spent the months since doing something I realized, with some surprise, I'd never actually done in my adult life: building something that belonged entirely to me, with no family name attached to it, no inherited safety net waiting unde

On the morning Serena Voss discovered she had won the most prestigious architectural contract of her career, she drove home to share the news with her husband. She found him in bed with her cousin instead. He handed her divorce papers before she could speak. That same night, broken and stripped of everything, she drove straight to her mother's door and learned the betrayal in that bedroom wasn't the only thing the Voss family had taken from her. They had taken her father, too. So Serena stopped asking people to believe her. She stopped waiting for justice to arrive on its own. She stopped leaving doors open for people who had burned down everything she built. She disappeare