After The Divorce Novels & Stories

I didn’t answer right away, My eyes moved toward the window, but my thoughts stayed far away. Only now did I realize that once everything ended, I didn’t have a clear path forward. Sophie leaned back slightly and spoke in a lighter tone. “After the divorce, he’ll give you a good settlement, right? You won’t have to worry about money. You can do anything you want. Stay at home, travel, watch shows, or pick up something you enjoy. A lot of people would want that kind of life.” “Hobbies?” I repeated quietly. I tried to think, but nothing came easily.

“But I was miserable. Now I have everything I ever wanted.” “What do you mean?” I asked, my heart sinking. “You live here? You own this car?” He nodded slowly. “But how?” I cried. “We made plans for this life. I believed we’d get here together eventually.” “Anna,” he said coldly, “just take it as me setting you free. Sign the divorce papers. I’ve found someone else. Please go and forget about me.” It felt like my heart was being ripped apart. Silent tears streamed down my face.

she said. Daniel's expression shifted. "Charity, don't make this worse," he warned, lowering his voice. She ignored him. The first document she placed on the nearby table was the signed divorce agreement. "Daniel and I are divorced," she explained. "He signed the agreement willingly, and the document clearly states that neither party has any claim over the other's separate property." "That doesn't mean..." Daniel's mother began to protest. Charity laid another set of papers on top of the first.

I said. "First we get you a job. Something good, something that starts rebuilding your financial independence quietly. Then when you have enough to stand on your own two feet — you divorce him. You build from there. And when you are ready, when you are strong enough, you come back for your share of that business. It was willed to both of you by your grandparents. He cannot erase that. But you need to be in a position of strength before you go after it." I sat with that for a long moment.

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.

I turned and walked toward the cab I had hailed by the roadside. When you reached the end of some roads, you never looked back. After the divorce, my life got back on track. There was no more waiting on edge. No more sharp smell of alcohol. No more endless emotional exhaustion. Six months later, just as I walked out of work, someone blocked my way.

She stood up from her seat to look for my husband. Mrs King: "Tania calm down. He didn't come home last night" I said to persuade her. Tania: "Of course he didn't sleep home. He never does and you pretend to be okay with this loveless marriage of yours" Mrs King: "Tania, I'm okay!" Tania: "No, you are not!" She held my hand to try and convince me with a calm voice. "Leave this marriage before it destroys you. Mimi, you do not deserve this treatment from that bastard. You deserve to be happy"

What was there to celebrate? I took another drink as my eyes burned and checked the clock again. Barely a minute had passed. I finished the last of the drink, wanting to keep the rest of the cash. It was all the money I had to my name after the divorce had wiped out what little savings I’d still had from before we were married, and I wouldn’t have access to the pack accounts until early next week. Though I was almost certain that Devin, my ex-husband, had used all her could to cover his portion of the divorce. He had left our marriage with nothing that hadn’t belonged to him before, and left me with our two children and a broken heart.

“It’s not unusual. Did you know? Nearly 45% of couples are divorced in the United States. I’m sure you are not alone.” “That’s the thing,” Eloise exasperatedly said. “We’re not a normal divorced couple. We were never really together, either. We’re in this weird ambiguous relationship of being co-parents with some sexual tension!” “So you admit that the two of you have sexual tension?” Cadence asked with one eyebrow raised. “Oh, fuck off. That’s what you gathered from my statement?” “I’m just saying,” she chuckled. “I thought you wouldn’t fall for him anymore.”

She thought of it as a loan too. They didn't talk once after the divorce. Bennett cleaned out the penthouse they had moved to before Eden came back and got all her things. This was it for Eden and Bennett.