After The Divorce She Took It All Back Novels & Stories

She placed one hand on her chest, completely eradicating the nervousness she showed earlier. “You are my son's ex-wife, of course, you don't expect me to think too much about the things you left after your divorce. You've been back for months, and you never came back for them. Naturally, I thought you didn't need them anymore.” She said and blinked rapidly, turning her attention to the audience.

All I could think was that I’d been standing at the edge of freedom, and now the door had slammed shut in my face. “I’ll... I’ll call you back,” I managed, before ending the call and dropping the phone onto the bed. The silence in the room was deafening. Frederick stepped closer, his brows furrowed. “What is it?” I shook my head, clutching at the silk at my chest like I could hold myself together. “The divorce... it’s gone. He took it back.” For a moment, Frederick didn’t speak. Then his expression darkened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “Of course he did.”

How had I not realized it until now? My finger hovered over my mother’s number. I hesitated, memories of our complicated relationship bubbling up. She had given me away as a baby, but years later, when she learned her long-lost daughter had married into wealth, she welcomed me back with open arms. Guilt, love, and the promise of financial stability tied us together. I took a deep breath and hit the call button. “Emily?” My mother’s voice came through, soft but cautious. The floodgates opened. “Mom,” I choked, tears streaming down my face. “I can’t do this anymore. I want a divorce.”

she muttered, her voice mocking, just as always. ‎"Oops, Dylan didn't tell you? I just called him and he said he's back home, but he didn't care tell you that your lovely sister is back?" she muttered and my hand shook even more. What does she mean she was back? Why was my husband's ex back? I began gasping for air. My body felt hot even though there was an AC with me in the living room. Many years of commitment, loving him and this lady was back? ‎I didn't need anyone to tell me this was where the problem started, why Dylan came back so late today. Why his aura was so cold and almost throwing me off—he was with her.

I had been far too gullible and needed to request for a divorce before Nate took anything else from me. "Alright but first, thank you for saving me." I appreciated as I turned to face him. Ryan narrowed his eyes at me. "But I didn't." I stiffened at his words. "W-what? But it was you I called." I tried to say and he burst into laughter.

she said quietly. Silence. She didn’t look away. “I’ve stood beside you through every negotiation,” she continued. “Every crisis. I cleaned up the damage after the divorce. I handled the press. I handled the board.” “I didn’t ask you to do that.” “No,” she said softly. “You didn’t.” Her eyes darkened just slightly. “But I did it anyway.” There it is. The truth. “And now,” she continued carefully, “you’re about to throw that stability away for someone who already left you once, no, twice rather.”

She was still my mother. ​"Why did you do it, Mommy?" My voice rattled, hollow and strained, as I restrained the scream building behind my teeth. "I agreed to your plan. I divorced Lora. I turned my back on my own marriage and let Samantha into my life because you swore it was the only way to secure our future. I did everything you asked, and just as we intended, the vast Vance empire became ours. But look where we are now. Karma has finally tracked us down."

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man. Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock. Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt for me. "Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?" "To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..." I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed my wife's number, begging her to come and clear things up. But she chose to defend the other man and coldly berated me in front of everyone: "There's nothing between us. I'm warning you for th

My CEO wife, Quinn White, and I have been married for seven years. She suffers from severe insomnia, and only the medicinal bath I blend can relieve her symptoms. On the night of our seventh anniversary, after I prepare her bath, she takes the initiative to check into a hotel room with her ex-boyfriend, Oliver Green, to play poker. Oliver sends me a photo to gloat and mock me. So, I toss the medicinal herbs into the trash, draft a divorce agreement, and send it to Quinn. After searching high and low for renowned doctors and suffering through innumerable sleepless nights, she realizes I'm the most important person in her life.

I spent three whole weeks planning my son Noah's ninth birthday, and in the end, there was no place for me in the family photo. When it was time for pictures, Noah held Vera's hand and jerked his chin toward the cake table. "Mom, they need help over there." One of the parents casually asked why I wasn't in the shot. Noah answered as if it were obvious, without a hint of embarrassment. "She's just a stay-at-home mom. Taking pictures for us is her job. Besides, she didn't do anything for my party, so she doesn't get to be in the photo with us." The little sailboat at the center of the party was built from Noah's drawings, but I was the one who stayed up two nights in a row fixing the mast. I w