After Divorce My Ex Begs To Reconcile Novel Novels & Stories

“Sign it.” Tears blur my vision as I lower the pen to the page. My hand shakes so violently that I have to steady it with my other one. Memories flood my mind—the quiet nights when I thought we were happy, the fleeting moments when I thought I saw a spark of something real in his eyes. All of it, an illusion. I look down at the paper again. At Vince’s signature. The space where mine will go. “You know what?” I say, straightening my spine. “You don’t get to decide my worth anymore. I’m done letting you. You want this divorce so badly? Fine. I’ll give you what you want.”

“Excuse me?” I took a deep breath. “It’s about Harold—my soon to be ex husband.” His expression didn’t change. “Not interested.” I swallowed hard. “Please. Just listen.” Mr Garcia sighed but gestured for me to continue. I gripped my hands together. “Harold and I… We were married for years. I fought my family for him. I gave up everything. And when he disappeared, I held everything together. I drained my savings, I kept his family afloat. And then, when he came back, he—”

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay.

I wanted to run, to disappear, but my body moved slowly, as though caught in invisible chains. The phone on the nightstand lit up, its screen flashing with alerts. At first, I ignored it. I did not want to know. I did not want to see. But curiosity, cruel and relentless, pulled me toward it. My fingers curled around the device, and with a single swipe the headlines bloomed before my eyes. And I broke all over again. Gold Digger or Mistress? Socialite’s New Life Sparks Outrage. From Divorce to Disaster: Ava Reynolds Clings to Another Powerful Man.

CHAPTER ONE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me It was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a

“You are pregnant.” “Stop.” “When” “This conversation is over.” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “Is it mine” The question struck like a physical blow. My breath caught, my heart slamming painfully against my ribs. For a brief moment, everything was written plainly on his face. Hope. Fear. Regret. “That is not a question you get to ask,” I said, my voice trembling despite my effort. “I never finalized the divorce,” he said suddenly. I froze. “What”

No matter how hard I tried over these last few years to repay the kindness she once showed me, it didn't matter now that Victor and I were going to get a divorce. Why couldn't she just love me like a normal mother…? Once I'd dragged all my belongings into the run down motel room, I sat on the bed and brought my knees to my chin and turned on the TV to try and take my mind off of everything. But it only got worse when I saw the headlining story for today's news.

Sweat beaded across his forehead, and his eyes were rimmed with red. He looked so heartbroken and devoted that anyone watching would have sworn he loved me to death. I pulled my hand back and wiped it on the sheet like it was filthy, then told him, "Let's get a divorce." "What?" He stared at me, disbelief in every line of his face. "Over a lump of dead tissue, you want a divorce?" "Elodie, when did you turn into someone this unreasonable?!" He had more to say, but his phone suddenly rang.

Emily’s POV Fred’s sudden irritation from the news of my “marriage” was unexpected. Once our divorce proceedings were complete, we would have nothing more to do with each other. That day couldn’t come sooner… Who I wanted to be with was my business and my business alone. I’m so done with all this drama, albeit I had added slightly more fuel to the fire with my last message to Fred. After about the tenth attempt, the phone calls finally stopped and my phone was silent. Opening the drawer, I retrieved my mobile.

“As real as the benefits you’ll gain.” Great, his reply threw me off guard also. Why does everything about this intolerable and insufferable billionaire throw me off guard? “Do you realize I just got divorced? What kind of woman will society call me if I get married to you the same day I got divorced?” It might not be important to him, because I could swear Noah Beck doesn’t giving a flying fuck about anyone, but I do. Despite all I had faced when I was married to Roland, I wouldn’t want to go through that phase in a more cruel way, this time.