After The Divorce She Took It All Back Novels & Stories

She silently punched in the buttons to restore my original code. She started to walk away again, but after only a few steps, she paused and looked back. Her face was a mask of deep regret and sorrow as she asked, "Vance, can you tell me why you actually went through with the divorce? "It was just a trip to Jaiden's hometown. I know I stood you up, and I'm sorry, but isn't a divorce a bit extreme?

"Get your stuff and get out by tomorrow." I left her with those harsh words, walking away without a backward glance. "Zayden!" she cried out behind me. "Justice will find you!" I did not look back, just tossed over my shoulder. "Maybe, but your own justice is already knocking at your door." The divorce was a breeze. I did not leave her penniless; the settlement gave her enough to live on. However, it was peanuts compared to the lavish life she had led for the last seven years.

She took one step forward. “I’m so sorry. We had a baby girl so young. I was scared. I panicked, and I ran. I left her with you, and I have never stopped carrying that.” Her voice dropped. “But I’m back now. I’m ready to make amends. To fix our family. To fix us.” “There is no us,” I said, my tone hardening. “There never was. Not really. And the divorce papers you sent from God knows where made sure of that.”

I said, “Come back with me now, and I’ll pretend none of this happened.” She finally turned. The wind from inside the warehouse blew past her, catching the edge of her coat. Her face was still pale. But her eyes were sharper and clearer than I had ever seen them. “Adrian.” “The divorce papers are signed.” “I don’t need you to pretend nothing happened.” She paused. “We can’t go back to the way things were.” My fingers slowly curled into a fist. But she had already turned away, leaving me where I stood. Marco said something to her in a low voice.

She only felt relieved and relaxed now. She used to limit herself because of love. Now that she has returned to her previous life, she just wants to focus on her career and make a lot of money. She did not want to get involved with men anymore. “Mr.Vance, I still have something to do here, so let’s part ways here. Goodbye.” Maureen put the divorce certificate away, turned around, and walked down the stairs gracefully. “Maureen, wait…” Before he finished speaking, Maureen heard a muffled sound from behind her.

I still couldn't believe what I was hearing when he confirmed the news to me. "Yeah, man. A DNA test was involved. She was a 99.9 percent match. If I were you, I'd try to get on her good side." "Thanks, Marco." I hung up the call. I stood there for a long moment, staring at nothing in particular. Olivia. The same woman I had dismissed, humiliated, and let walk out of my life without a second thought. The same woman who had left without a single word of protest after she signed those divorce papers was worth more than everything I had ever built put together, more than two times over.

Long after the conversation ended, even long after she went to bed. Because maybe he was right. Maybe she wasn't completely healed yet. Maybe there were still pieces of her heart that hurt. But she was moving forward. One step at a time. And for the first time since the divorce, the future didn't seem quite so frightening. It seemed possible. Very possible.

“One that I absolutely regret.” “Are you saying this because of Aurora?” “What?” I blinked. “Are you mad that I brought her up?” “Goddamnit!” I spat. I didn't plan to run into this trash to be frustrated by her. What was her deal? She kept talking anyway. “You know, when you divorced me for her, you didn't think it was a mistake,” she downed the rest of the content of her glass and poured herself another one. I glared. “Until you had me in your house, you never even suspected,” she continued.

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.

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.