After Divorce, I Became Everything Novels & Stories

By the time I moved to the bed I was feeling slightly more human. I lay there and looked at the ceiling and thought about what came next. Not about Edward. Not about Sandra or Margaret or any of it. Just — what came next for me. What I was going to do with everything I now knew. Because I could not unknow it. I could not go back to covering dinners and falling asleep on couches and telling myself the distance between us was just stress. I needed to talk to someone. I reached for my phone, and dialed Lisa's number .

She opened her mouth to reply but I raised a hand, cutting her off. “Shut it. I’m not done yet.” I said, flipping my hair back and stepping closer, my voice steady, my gaze unshaken. “Stay away from me and my child. Because if you ever cross my path again, you will regret it.” For the first time, I saw something in her eyes, fear. She knew I wasn’t the same weak woman she had destroyed years ago. Divorce has changed me. It has made me stronger, bolder, and fearless. I have learned to fight for myself and for my son.

her eyes watered with tears melting my heart. “I—” Her voice cracked as she sucked in a deep breath. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, staring at her shoes before her eyes flickered back to mine, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile that faltered. “I think we should divorce,” My world stopped tilting. “Whatever this is between us makes no sense. I appreciate everything you’ve done to help me and every effort you have taken to find my daughter. I would leave first thing tomorrow morning, get an apartment and I can pay you back if you want so I don't feel indebted to you,”

Maynard swallowed hard and lowered his head. "I can't then back the hands of time, I can't change what I did but I can only prove to you only if you let me. After the divorce, I felt this loneliness and emptiness but I thought I had things under control and I didn't need you, I thought I finally got everything I wanted. Unknowingly to me, I was living my life as a shadow of itself ..

I touched it gently. Three years ago, I gave up my career for this marriage. Three years later, I was leaving with nothing. Tears gently rolled down from my eyes I looked around the villa one last time. “This is goodbye,” I whispered. The next morning, the divorce was finalized. By afternoon, I was gone. Adrian did not know. He did not know that the woman he divorced that day was no longer the same woman he once ignored. And he definitely did not know that one day, he would regret signing those papers more than anything else in his life.

I didn't even bother checking and blocked him right away. … I'd been focused on getting back to work for two months after the divorce. One morning, Mom stopped by. She gently stroked my hair, sounding worried as she said, "I've got you a spa appointment this afternoon, Elle. You need to relax. Don't burn yourself out." I paused, realizing that ever since my last marriage, I'd been stuck in a routine of housework, with no time for myself or to really live. My eyes started to well up. "Okay. Thanks, Mom."

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

Surprisingly, he found that he could still reach her through I*******m, a connection that had persisted despite their divorce. Despite the passage of time, he hadn't blocked her profil;e from I*******m, holding onto a faint hope that a message from Amanda might appear. Yet, she never reached out. Initially, he believed she couldn't bear to live without him, anticipating her persistent attempts to reconcile and win him back after the divorce. It was only at this moment that he realised his assumption was incorrect. Amanda, as it turned out, was a person of great pride.

After getting married, starting a business was even harder. Life was anything but easy after becoming a full-time housewife. Cooking, cleaning, taking care of my husband, dealing with a difficult mother-in-law, and enduring endless pressure to have a baby. I would live for myself this time. Loving myself was the start of a lifelong romance. By the time the official divorce day rolled around, I came back looking radiant. It was my day, after all. I wore a brand-new dress, styled my hair, and did my makeup. Jason could not hide his surprise when he saw me.

"I won't give the medication I've made to trash like her," Ashton said coolly. "Who are you calling trash?" Tanya's eyes bulged in anger. But soon, the pain swallowed her words. She felt like she was being tortured. "Ashton, are you really going to be this heartless?" Roxy bit her lip, staring at this icy version of Ashton. She felt like she was looking at a stranger; she'd never seen him like this. Once upon a time, he'd revolved around her. Did men really become different people after getting divorced?