After The Divorce, He Begged Novels & Stories

“You are fired!” Was what my last employer had said to me, after I had messed up again, during orders. It’s been two months since the divorce and though I managed to get some jobs, keeping them seemed way harder. I had run into Clint and Astrid a few times as well. They were doing well together and they’d feel relieved knowing that I was struggling all on my own. My family were also upset and had severed their ties with me, because of the decision I had taken.

“If you don’t want to leave, then fight. Hold on, just like you did after the accident when you made it against all odds. You can do it again…” Her voice broke as his breathing grew shallow and uneven. “Please, don’t leave me. You’re the only family I have left. I’m begging you… don’t go.”

I said flatly. The memories and resentment I had buried started rising again. I took a shaky breath and looked at him. "You've made a lot of promises, but you've never kept a single one. But there's one promise I need you to keep. Divorce me and give us both a clean break, okay?" His jaw clenched. Something flickered in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. Silence fell between us. Eventually, he spoke. "I'll agree to the divorce, but you must promise not to interfere with Daphne's life again."

"I'm sorry for calling you in here—" "I'm begging you, please don't sue me!" Mr. Michaels's desperate voice grated her ears. "Please, I'm begging you. . . ." "Er. . . ." Kat blinked, unsure on how to proceed. "Am I allowed to do that?" "Well, yes, but you're not going to, are you?" He flung himself at the edge of her bed, making her jump. "Please tell me you're not. My wife recently filed for a divorce, and it's been terribly hard. Nothing's looking good for me and I think I'm going to lose everything." His face creased in despair. "She's going to take the house and half of my money and Bugsy. She's going to take Bugsy."

Maybe for the first time, he realized he didn’t have a leg to stand on. “If you love me like you say you do—if you honestly regret the life you dragged me through—then just give me the one thing I’m asking for: sign the divorce.” I leaned back, my voice softening, calm but confident. “That’s all I want from you now, Felix. Don’t make it worse. Don’t give me another reason to hate you more than I already do.” But instead of acknowledging my words, he deflected with the same controlling concern he’d always shown. “I can see how drained you’ve been lately. You need rest. We’ll go home…”

“I think it’s best if you move out. But if you need help finding a new apartment, don’t hesitate to contact me.” His words felt like another blow to my already shattered heart. So this was really the end. We were actually getting a divorce. We weren’t going to spend the rest of our lives together. He really wanted me to find another apartment and live on my own. I thought I had accepted his decision. I thought I was slowly coming to terms with everything, but somehow, each new day felt like another heartbreak.

Now, seeing him laugh and enjoy someone else’s company felt like my heart was being shredded. “I’ve changed my mind,” he said suddenly. “You said you’d do everything I want if I agreed to your little favor, right?” I nodded eagerly. He leaned back, adjusting himself in the bed, and looked at me more directly this time. “Since asking for a divorce is impossible, I’ll settle for something simpler…” He paused, his eyes cold. “I want you out of my sight. I can’t have any peace with you around. The only way that happens is if you leave the house.”

He tightly wrapped his arms around me like I was the only one tethering him to this planet. "E-Emelia…" He pleaded through hiccups. "P-please, I don't want us-s to g-get divorced."

And why the hell we ended up like this. I didn’t want to lose her. God, I really didn’t. My friends were chattering nonstop, trying to talk me out of drinking more. I snapped out of my fog for a second, put down the glass, leaned back, let out a long sigh, but the weight in my chest didn’t go anywhere. It sat there like a damn boulder. Then I heard one of them mention me getting divorced and I straightened up immediately. “Who said I’m getting divorced?!”

I replied while he got on his knees immediately and then grabbed my legs. “Please Ruby, don’t leave me, please. I won't survive it. You’re the whole essence of my life. I will do anything you want me to. Just name it and I’ll get right on it immediately. Anything but a divorce please.” He begged again. I took a long second to myself before I finally took a deep sigh.