After The Divorce She Took It All Back Novels & Stories

Why did he appear a little disheveled? Puzzled, she picked up the pen and handed it to him. Finally, the two forms were signed. The staff wrapped up the procedure, and the divorce was finalized. "All the best to both of you." Staring at the divorce certificate as she left the city hall, she struggled to describe her feelings. They dragged out the divorce to the point that she had gotten over the initial heartache. More than anything, she felt a wave of relief. She had once lived solely for love and learned her lesson. After reuniting with the Taylor family, her only wish was to focus on work and bring in the dough. There would be no place for men in her life.

He tried persuading her "I don't want you." She yelled at him and tried looking for Jason's car, but it was already gone, she couldn't find it again. "There is nothing to think about, I'm not going to consider it, so please forget about me." She yelled at Harry again. "After the divorce" Her voice suddenly became low, and was cracking "I'm going to back to Cambonian, and just think of the past six months of my life as a dream and a mistake." She cried.

Came her calm voice, I was filled with a whole new emotion, tears blurred my vision and I allowed them flow freely, I looked at my husband to see him wiping off a tear from his eyes, Ava was the best daughter ever any parents would ask off until Nicklaus destroyed every piece of her with his side piece living my daughter a shadow of herself Year's she battled with self-love trying to love herself and get her husband to love her, all she ever showed him was love and support thinking a day would come when he changes and loved her back, but that never happened until Ava couldn't take it anymore, he's pushed her past her breaking point and she couldn't take it anymore, she divorced him and flew

I broke down in their arms, the weight of everything crashing down on me all at once. They said nothing at first, just held me, their hands gentle as they rubbed my back. My mother whispered in a soft voice, “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.” I could barely speak through my sobs, but when I could, I said, “I’m divorced. Quinn... he’s back with his ex now. He doesn’t want me anymore.” My father’s face darkened. “That bastard.” My mother’s lips pressed together in a thin line. “We’ll take care of it, Vanessa. Don’t worry. We’ll make him pay for this.”

You can’t take it back in the divorce settlement! The thought of all my hard work and sacrifices over the past year sent a wave of bitterness surging through me. Gritting my teeth, I said, "So, throughout this marriage, you only cared about the house?" She gave me a look like I was insane, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. "What else? You think I was drawn to your poverty or the fact that you’re an orphan?" With that, she flung the papers in my face. The metal clip grazed my eye as the documents scattered to the ground.

her eyes flicked deliberately to my stomach, “…he is afraid you’ll be upset. So he has to put it on hold for now.” Each syllable landed like a stone against my chest. My hands slid over my belly instinctively, protective, as if I could shield the child inside me from her words. My ears buzzed, the restaurant noise fading into a dull roar. She leaned forward, her fingers tightening around my hand with faux intimacy. “But I finally got back to him,” she whispered, as though we were co-conspirators sharing a secret, “and I don’t want to waste time waiting. Please do me a favour…” her smile widened, “and divorce him, okay?”

Just before we stepped outside, I stopped walking. “I filed for divorce,” I said quietly, without looking at her. She froze beside me. “What?” “I filed the papers. It’s done.” She stared at me, her face unreadable, but I caught the flash of shock in her eyes. “You’re giving up too easily,” she said after a pause. My fingers curled around my purse strap. “No, I’m not.” Her voice sharpened. “A man like Sebastian doesn’t come around twice.” I turned to face her. “He might be a good man to you. But he wasn’t good for me.”

Jonathan still didn't seem to believe me after I said that. "Did you become like this because I divorced you and I left you like an abandoned building?" he asked. "You should realize your own attitude," I said sarcastically again, then turned my gaze in another direction. "Oh, come on, Kyle! Why are you so upset with me? You also agreed to our divorce-" "You forced me, Mr. Jonathan. Don't forget that." I heard Jonathan's long exhale of exasperation. "There are always meetings and separations in every relationship. Our marriage was a sham anyway," Jonathan said again without feeling guilty.

She wanted to stay right in the heart of the city and he wanted them to move upstate, even as she claimed to have found a community here. She remembered it all too well, he ignored her calls all through, leaving her in a state of panic. Then he returned home and they talked it out, then they had wonderful sex and he kissed away the tears in her eyes, right after promising her to never fight again. Five months later and he kept that promise, sealing it with a divorce. A literal end to not wanting to fight again, as he got rid of her permanently. A huge bout of pain hit her. She wanted clutch her blouse, the immense feeling of poison weaving it’s ugly thread through her heart.

He said and his voice began to faint as if he got struck by the past. "I was faced with a challenge that made us lost contact. She promised to love me, but when I returned, she was already married to someone else. My life felt worthless without her, so I kept on stocking her and wished her marriage could just end so that I'll take her back. Well, it's a good thing I heard her marriage is cracking up already." He explained.