After The Divorce She Took It All Back Novels & Stories

This wasn’t how I imagined love. A week passed after the divorce papers were drafted, and the house stopped feeling like his. I moved differently. I breathed differently. I no longer hovered around him, waiting for crumbs of attention like a starving dog. I no longer asked about his schedule, or stayed awake pretending I cared when he came home late smelling like another woman. I lived like someone who already had one foot out the door. Maxwell noticed the change, of course he did. Men like him always noticed when a woman stopped begging.

"I’ve said everything that needs to be said. The choice is yours." Reality proved that threats worked. I successfully got the divorce certificate. When we walked out of the courthouse, her expression was sour. "You’ll regret this!" I ignored her and walked away. After the divorce, I started a business for the second time. Returning to familiar territory, I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. I was determined to build something of my own. I had no time to regret anything, but she did. She announced her breakup with Mr. Hundred Times on social media and stopped caring about the company altogether.

The day Arthur Reed and I signed our divorce papers, his stepsister, Chloe Bennett, watched me with red-rimmed eyes. "Lilith, I'm sorry. Once I get better, I'll step aside and give Arthur back to you. You have to believe me." I could recite that apology in my sleep. Whenever Chloe cried, Arthur gave in. To keep his depressed stepsister happy, he would put another set of divorce papers in front of me. We had married four times and divorced four times. Everyone praised Arthur as a caring brother, while I was the one who had to suffer for it. Every time the paperwork was done, Arthur would kiss my cheek and say, "It's just a piece of paper. It's temporary. Once Chloe is stable, we'll remarry. Y

She let go of his hand and spun around. The woman who had groveled moments ago was gone. She walked to the bed and picked up the divorce papers she'd pushed aside.

"I'll take care of the divorce. Give me a few days." After hanging up, Zoe took a deep breath. She went through the discharge process and returned home. The first thing she did was start throwing things away. Every necklace, bracelet, ring, and handbag Aiden had given her over the years went straight into the trash. It felt like she was throwing away three years of foolishness along with them. A few days later, Aiden came home. The burns on his back hadn't fully healed, and his movements were still somewhat stiff. But he was dressed in a perfectly pressed suit, his posture straight and his handsome features as composed as ever.

A few hours after the call ended, I heard a car horn from outside. I was already in the living room, so I picked up my bag and went outside to meet her. As I settled into the passenger seat, she glanced at me, but this time, there was no sympathy in her eyes. “You can’t keep sulking around because of that man. You need to get your life back.” I leaned back against the seat. She had never been through anything like this. She had no idea how difficult a divorce was. But at the same time, I knew she was only looking out for me. She didn’t want me to continue living miserably.

Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce. That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?" The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake." Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend. I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm ar

She is the reason everything got ruined. " That is not true. You are only a user. You saw that she left the city and came back here, doing so well. She still has her father's business doing so well, too. You thought after the divorce that she was going to be nobody? She became even more influential, and now you think you have lost something," she said. It was never the case here.

The sheet was cold, her belongings had vanished, as if she had erased any trace of her presence there. “Oh, shit. She left while I was sleeping,” I muttered to myself in my own disappointment. Sadness enveloped me, a dense fog of disillusionment. The night had been an oasis of hope, a moment where it seemed possible that time could turn back, that we could be who we were before, or even better than before. But now, alone, the reality of our separation, our shared history, and our divorce hit me with renewed force.

She finally spoke after the long silence. “To make the divorce process easier, that’s why. I promise if you do this, I won’t hold any grudges against you.” I just wanted to do anything possible for her to accept. “Really? But that won’t make us a married couple would it?” Even the way she talks annoys me the most. “Mia, you need to stop all this and accept the fact that you want this divorce!” My voice was becoming louder, I was getting more annoyed by her attitude.