After The Divorce Novels & Stories

Like I was walking toward something final. Which I was. This was it. The end. No going back after this. I took one more deep breath. Then I walked through those doors. Ready or not. This divorce was happening.

However, she was happy knowing that there was someone there for her daughter. When she thought of Travis, she frowned feeling stressed. They had all thought that there was nothing between Elaine and the guy after the divorce other than the kids but who knew the man never signed the papers? Her son had been blaming himself for not following up on the divorce. However, when they thought of the future of the three kids and all the bullies they had experienced cause they lacked a father, they remained silent and opted to watch what will happen before making a decision on how to deal with him.

] [Oh, and since you already signed the divorce papers, once everything's processed, go pick up the divorce decree. Then I chucked my phone in the trash.

My tone was as calm, as though I were talking about the weather. “Yes. Georgia and I have signed the divorce agreement. Since we’ve terminated our arranged marriage, the business ties between our families naturally come to an end as well. That’s how it works. You’re in business, so you should understand this.” There was a long silence on the other end of the line. It was so long that I thought the line had dropped. Then, I heard a heavy sigh as if she was releasing all the weight that had been weighing on her chest. “What a disaster!”

" she asked cautiously, the last fragile thread of hope flickering in her eyes. I shook my head without hesitation. "No." The light in her eyes went out instantly. "Some wounds, once inflicted, can never be repaired." I stood up. "Take care." As I watched her walk away in a daze, I knew everything between us had finally reached its true end. Later, I heard that she moved to a small town in the south. She opened a small art studio and taught children how to paint. She never returned to Fort Canon again, but none of that had anything to do with me anymore.

Surrounded by unfamiliar yet faintly familiar surroundings, it took her a while to remember that she had signed the divorce agreement. She and Chris were divorced. The aftermath hit harder than she expected. She covered her burning eyes and took a deep breath, only to be caught off guard by a tearing pain in her chest. Her vision darkened, and every breath came with a sharp ache. “Chris Xander, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. There will never again be a woman named Winter Scott clinging to you,” she thought bitterly. The alarm rang. Winter touched her cold face, then slowly got out of bed.

“But I meant I’m divorced. It’s done. Signed, sealed, and finalized. Adrian handled everything. It was so clean and quiet. I can’t believe Marc let us go.” Floral squealed. “Do you mean this?” Tears of joy crowded my eyes, and I tipped my head back. “Of course I do,” I said, sniffling. “Adrian is the best thing that has happened to me. I thought I would never fall in love or find anyone new after Marc, but look at me now.” “Sophia, you deserve everything,” she whispered. “What about you? How’s the family?” She sighed. “Good. No divorce, but we're still separated.” I said nothing, mostly because she’d never given me the details of their breakup. But her husband didn’t seem as bad as Marc.

"Quietly. If you do, he'll leave Rafe and everyone here alone. I give you my word." She laughed. It was a small, bitter sound, and she felt Rafe stiffen behind her. "Your word," she said. "You have no power to promise that." Something in Derek's face went cold. "You're making a mistake." "Maybe. It'll be mine." He studied her a moment longer, then turned toward his men, and she thought that was the end of it. He had one foot on the gravel when he paused. "There's something you should know," he said without looking back. "Adrian never meant for me to stay married to you forever. It had an end date. Once your father's records turned up, I was supposed to divorce you and disappear."

Everyone at Hartwell Group knew I loved Julian without a shred of dignity. I was the one who got him through his four most dangerous years. When there was an incident at one of the hotels, I went in his place. When the press had the group surrounded, I stood in front of the cameras for him. When protesters closed in on him, I put myself between them and took more than a dozen stitches in my arm. So when Julian gained full control of the group, our divorce became final, and he immediately announced his engagement to my sister Claire. Everyone looked at me with pity. I could accept that Julian did not love me. I could accept that on the very day our four-year marriage ended, he got engaged to

Trust had been shattered, perhaps beyond repair, leaving behind jagged edges that cut with every breath. The family that had once seemed to be healing, slowly piecing itself back together after the divorce, was now fractured, possibly forever. The fallout would ripple through their lives in ways Bianca could barely begin to comprehend, college decisions for Beverley now clouded by guilt and tension, legal matters for the house if Marcus had any claim, emotional scars that might never fully heal for any of them. Beverley’s future felt uncertain, her relationship with her mother damaged in ways that might take years to mend, if they ever could. Marcus’s departur