After Divorce My Ex Pines For Me Novels & Stories

"So, you're in Baurisse." Every word of hers seemed to be coated in frost. "What, found yourself a new sugar mommy?" I stared into the coffee cup, watching the foam slowly collapse. "We're… divorced." "Divorced?" She scoffed. "You think your silly little flower shop can support you? Does Wendy even know you can't order by yourself?" "Penelope." I heard my own voice, calm and steady. "My gardenias have bloomed." There was silence on the other end, like the calm sea before a storm.

Paige asked. Tina had posted a picture of her car keys. However, Paige’s car had yet to arrive, so how could she post hers? Chris thought for a moment and said, "Post it when the car arrives. Don’t forget" “Okay.” It seemed like Paige had discovered another side of Chris today. "Well… If we get divorced, do I have to give this car back to you?" Paige asked out of the blue. "Huh?" Chris looked at Paige. Paige suddenly had the urge to slap herself, asking for trouble like that.

What in Pete's name are you doing? "What does it look like I'm doing?" He replied nonchalantly in the iciest voice he could muster. "You shouldn't get in my way unless you really want us to divorce as Rosy as suggested." Lisa felt as if she had been slapped in the face. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, it was like a bad dream. The man she's married to was flirting with his ex girlfriend, right in front of her. And he didn't even seem to care that she was there, listening to every word.

“Is it still Cherrystone?” A faint blush creeps up her neck before she answers. “Yes.” I let out a sigh of relief in little batches so she won't hear it. She still wears it. She still uses the things I recommended, even after our divorce. Maybe that means something. Maybe there’s room to talk about friendship, about starting over. Our marriage was not real so why can’t anything still happen between us? Why can’t we try again, take it slow, and honest this time? We don’t speak again until I pull into the lot behind the little diner on 14th. One of those cheap, no-frills places Jodie refuses to step foot in with me.

"He's expecting a child and I'm already moving on, so I would like to leave it all behind." "Then what about the man? Who is Hawkins Pride in your life?" Christine asked loudly just when I was about to sit again. I remained standing and I looked at the malicious woman. "Mr. Pride is not the reason nor is he part of my divorce with my ex-husband. I met him after that." "That doesn't answer the question." Christine continued and my eyes connected with Caroline. "What is your relationship with Hawkins Pride?" Do I really have to reveal my relationship with him?

I popped a mint toffee before making my way back to my husband whose first wife decided to show up. “Ms. Jones doesn’t look very happy about this situation, it seems that she’s being forced to agree for this divorce and I think it’s not good for your and Mr. Linwood’s relation. I don’t want to meddle in your private affairs but this time, if she pulls any trick to delay this divorce, you must make Mr. Linwood divorce her because I strongly believe that she has a dubious personality.” Blaze said, it was the longest sentence that he spoke to me.

The divorce paper she'd signed and put on his bed then wasn't sent to her, that would mean he signed it already. With the little money she’d managed to hide before things spiraled, and her father’s silent support, they'd settled in a quiet part of town. A life that didn’t come with black-tinted windows, armed bodyguards, and silent stares across gold-plated halls. And still… Massimo's shadow never truly left. Her father had never recovered from that night either, though free, he wasn't happy. He didn’t say much these days, but his eyes, his tired, haunted eyes always searched the horizon for Thelma.

She pushed the agreement back to me, her voice hoarse. "After the divorce, can we still be friends?" I looked at her and shook my head. "The best kind of ex is one you never hear from again." Her mouth twitched faintly. "I won't bother you anymore." "Good. Thank you." When the mandatory waiting period ended, Evelyn and I set a time to finalize the divorce. After we walked out of the courthouse, the sunlight was so bright that it almost hurt to open my eyes. Evelyn called after me.

The moment that thought settled, she lifted her gaze and everything seemed to still the moment her eyes landed on Evander. Her breath caught. Damn it. He was here. Beside her, Cassiel felt the shift instantly. He followed her line of sight, his gaze landing on the man across the entrance—the golden figure everyone in Seattle seemed to revolve around. “Your husband?” he asked. The words snapped her back. At first, she shook her head slowly, then with more certainty. “Ex-husband,” she corrected. Right. She was divorcing him, there was nothing to panic about.

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean