After Divorcing My Captain Husband Novel Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to. Jasper’s too fierce.” “Fierce? Is he fiercer than your master? When your master gets angry, even the leaders of neighboring guilds are scared,” Cynthia said, leaning closer. “But, what’s it like to be married? I heard you have to sleep together. Did you sleep with him?” Carissa replied, “No, nothing like that happened. We didn't touch a single hair on each other. He left for battle the day we married, and we divorced shortly after he returned. He’s married someone else now.”

It was already too late. A tear leaked out, tracing a path down my temple and soaking into my hair. I pressed my palm against my stomach, wishing I could somehow turn back the clock. Bradley is going to be so heartbroken, I thought, a sob catching in my throat. Bradley Norwood. My husband. The billionaire captain of the city’s hockey team, a man who literally had the world at his fingertips. He was larger than life, a fierce competitor who hated losing more than anything. And underneath all that rough, athletic exterior, he had this quiet obsession with the future.

~Rose~ I spent the next few hours wandering the streets, completely lost. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I had just divorced James. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt this much if I had never loved him. But I did. Deeply. And now my chest ached as I thought about all the madness I endured during our marriage, the times I obsessed over him while he was out chasing other women. Eventually, my legs gave in and I decided to head home. At least there, I could find comfort… maybe even cry in my parents’ arms.

The Saintess herself would not have cared. It pained me. But at the same time, it gave me the push to say what I wanted to say. "My captain called. There's a wildfire in the west, and they need me to help contain it. It's dangerous. I may not make it back," I said. "I think we should get a divorce. That way, you'll be free of me. You can all be together." A sense of relief overcame me, but it faded quickly. As time passed, fresh waves of pain crashed in. No one had listened. Not a single person met my gaze. They laughed, chatted, and told jokes. They simply did not care.

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“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.

But now, after seeing his elder brother return, Charlotte was shocked at how passionately Teddy had kissed her lips, and how he had wanted to mate with her, if she hadn't escaped his touch. "What's wrong with Teddy? Does he think he can fool me?" Charlotte muttered as she sat at the dining table, drinking the wine in her glass and eating the fried chicken. Teddy hadn't severed the mind link with Charlotte's mind, so he heard what she said as he stepped out of their bedroom, looking for her. "I'm going to divorce Teddy tomorrow, whether he accepts it or not. I will never be his Luna or wife again." As Charlotte said that, she felt goosebumps on her back. Staring behind her back, and at the fl

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.

“Yes, sir.” “That’s before the divorce.” “Yes.” The room went silent. Something cold settled in my chest. “So while she was still married to me…” “She was building her company,” my assistant said carefully. “With him.” I didn’t respond. Because if I did— I might say something I couldn’t take back. “Do you need anything else, sir?” she asked. I waved her off. “Leave.” The door closed behind her. And for a long moment… I just sat there.

I gripped her hair, jerking her head backwards and she cried but her swollen eyes could not produce any more tears. “Your wife fucked with what belong to me." I cocked my head to the side, my eyes still on him while his scared eyes moved from me to Valentina and back to his wife. “You could try to get to her, I would only need to get three of my bullets buried into your body, I guess they would love it in there.” His chest went up and down in suppressed anger. “Your wife will pay for her deeds, now get Matteo to get the divorce papers done, else you would end up in a place worse than this.