After The Divorce Novels & Stories

In the afternoon, Lucy and Bob went out to see houses. In the meantime, Hazel drew up a property agreement. It said, "After the marriage, all properties under our names will remain our own, including all real estate properties. After the divorce, neither of us will be allowed to take any property in the other's name." Hazel had thought that Zac would pull a long face when he read the agreement, but contrary to what she had expected, he remained as calm as a lake, without the slightest emotions on his face.

“We can start over. Not as if nothing happened, but because it did.” He nodded, the words sinking deep. “Then we make it official and break off our divorce. We can have a remarriage, not with a ring or a ceremony, just a promise. That no matter what comes next, we face it together.” Amanda smiled faintly. “That’s all I want.” They sat like that for a long time, their fingers intertwined, the quiet between them full of understanding. It wasn’t a grand moment, but it was the kind of promise that carried weight.

ARIA’S POV In the aftermath of the divorce, a sense of relief washes over me as I realize that Adam and his family are no longer a part of my life. The absence of their toxic presence is a welcome reprieve, allowing me to finally breathe freely and move forward unencumbered by their negativity.

But the distance between them was growing, and soon Celeste couldn't hear anymore. She got in her car and drove off. Not long after she left, Trevor also got into his car and drove away. In other words, after completing their divorce, the two of them didn't even say goodbye.

I knew this talk was coming, yet it still stung. "Julie," I murmured, forcing myself to meet her gaze. "Don't you understand? We are divorced. There is nothing love can accomplish here. We are no longer the same people. Besides, he is married." Julie hesitated, her brow furrowing as she thought over my comments. "He is not married. Not anymore. "He divorced her." My heart halted, and the words sank in slowly. "What?" I inquired, my tone barely above a whisper. "Alex divorced Alessia?"

However, she and I could never go back to the way things were. As Lucy’s figure disappeared around the corner, I silently sent the signed divorce papers to my lawyer. In one month, after the divorce cooling-off period ended, Lucy and I would have nothing to do with each other ever again.

My father studies me for a long moment. Then he says coldly, “It doesn’t matter what you choose. You divorced her. That chapter of your life is finished.” I let out a quiet breath. This is it. The moment I’ve kept buried for years. “You’re wrong about that too.” His eyes narrow. “What do you mean?” I hold his gaze. “Isabella and I were never divorced.” For the first time in my life— My father looks genuinely shocked. “What?” “The papers were filed,” I explain calmly. “But they were never finalized.”

Not after losing almost everything , my marriage, my home… and nearly myself. Everyone thought getting yourself back after a divorce was quick and sudden, but that shit only happened in TV shows and not in reality. It was hard taking yourself back up when your whole life had been controlled by your husband's money. Everything was taken away from me and even if he hadn't asked, I wouldn't keep any of his things in my life.

Life after the divorce unfolded with a serenity I hadn't anticipated. The freedom was intoxicating. I sold our properties and poured capital into promising startups as an angel investor. My time and money were mine alone, answerable to no one. My travels continued. I watched the aurora dance across the Arctic skies, trekked through the scorching sands, and dove into the turquoise depths. Each experience reshaped me, expanding my world beyond the confines of my past. Asher faded into irrelevance, his name surfacing only in fleeting finance headlines.

“But… what about Argantara and Revania?” I took a deep breath, staring at the office ceiling. “Let them be. I have my own plans now. No longer relying on a husband who never truly cared, and I won’t let Revania destroy my dignity again.” --- The next day, I arrived at the office with steady steps. All eyes were on me—not only because I was a manager returning after internal conflict, but also because the divorce rumors had spread quickly. I sat at my desk, reviewing scattered reports, yet there was a strange sense of relief. It felt like freedom from the chains that had held me for so long.