Anna Todd Divorce Mga Nobela at Kwento

“And I was so happy when I heard you can speak again. The doctors said you might not recover your voice, right? So tell me how’s Nathan? How many kids now? I want to hear everything.” The silence that followed burned. Rachel’s lips trembled, her gaze falling away from mine. “Betty,” she whispered. “I’m sorry for not telling you earlier but… Nathan and I… we’ve been divorced. For a while now.” My mouth dropped. “What?!” “Yeah.” Her voice cracked as tears brimmed in her eyes. I froze, still holding her hand. “How… how did that happen? You two were perfect, Rach. You were the couple everyone envied.”

"This is the son of the Hawthornes. He's 30—" "You're the one who's gone nuts. I'm fresh out of a divorce," Noelle said in a strained voice. "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Hawthorne is disabled." "And? Are you finally aware of how good you had it with Hendrix? Why did you even divorce him? Do you know how many people were looking forward to this day so they could make fun of you? "Now that you're a divorcee, this is the only kind of man you're entitled to."

All of this is wrong. “You are not welcome in my family, and I never want to have a daughter-in-law like you!” Grandpa Ash, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, his voice sounding deeper. Stella widened her eyes. Her eyes narrowed with hatred. “Just so you know, they divorced four years ago! You're just being fooled by them!” Those words were like lightning in broad daylight. I saw Grandpa suddenly holding his chest, his face turned pale, his breath short.

Younger, maybe five years ago, standing next to a man at some charity gala. I read the caption. Candice Hartwell and husband Adrian Hawthorne at the Geneva Children’s Hospital Fundraiser. My blood goes cold. Adrian. She was married to Adrian. Dominic’s business rival. Elena’s first love. The man who bought sixty percent of Dominic’s company. I keep reading. Hartwell and Hawthorne divorced in 2023 after three years of marriage. The settlement was contentious, with Hawthorne receiving an estimated $15 million and several luxury properties.

Mrs. Tanner pointed a finger at Nicholas. "Tricia came out of the bride heist with her reputation intact. Not to mention, you two are legally married. And now you're just going to dump her? What will people think of this family?" Nicholas lowered his eyes. "...We're actually divorced." Mrs. Tanner was stunned. "What did you just say?" "We got divorced two months ago," Nicholas replied, his voice dry and grating. "I couldn't force myself to spend the rest of my life with her."

Where was he when I needed a nanny? “Not normal things kids his age shouldn’t be able to handle themselves. I swear Adeline spoilt him deliberately to make me renew the contract after the lapse.” I rubbed my temples to ease the banging even a little, what’s crazy was it wasn’t even from the countless shots I had taken, but from how messy everything was. How had it gotten so bad? “Same contract you forgot had elapsed until she hit you with the divorce papers?” “I swear it almost like you were sent to put me in an even more foul mood.”

"I find out she’s moved on to someone else, and I’m not allowed to complain? “If she hadn’t gone out of her way to create this image of being deeply devoted to me—sacrificing everything for me—I wouldn’t care one bit if she fell for some younger guy. I wouldn’t say a word. "But she played me for years, letting me shoulder the blame for so much, and now she wants to walk away without any consequences? Of course, I’m not going to let her off that easily!" Victor clenched his teeth, seething with anger at the mention of Nadia. They had been on the verge of getting married when photos surfaced of her checking into a hotel with some boy toy. If it hadn’t been for William threatening to disown him

“But they hurt you…” Nathaniel gave a small sad smile. “The people who hurt your father were his parents, not them,” he said gently. “When Dad left this family, Anne stood by my side. She saw me at my worst and held my hand. We got married and raised Leon and Coco together. After a while, he added, “We divorced later because we had only married for the kids. Despite that, we were happy with our lives until a storm came and tore us apart. That’s when I met your mom.”

I collect the long sleeve and begin putting it on, "Well, everybody deserves to feel happy at least once in their life with the one they love. I'm pretty sure you felt that way on the day of your engagement to mom." His weak blue eyes dim a little as my question appears to have hit a nerve. Dad decided to file for divorce about a years ago when he found out she was involved in the death of Martha Snowfall, Taylor's mother, and although there was no lead or connection of mom to the crime, he just couldn't live in the marriage any longer. They finalized their divorce about six months ago and the only place they get to meet now is through businesses and the running of things.

“You were married to a man who loved me.” The words struck like a slap. Vanessa’s chest tightened—but her voice remained steady. “Loved is past tense.” “Is it?” Clara challenged. “Men don’t unlearn obsession that easily.” Daniel’s jaw hardened across the table. Vanessa inhaled slowly. “If you have something to say, say it.” “I just want you to understand something clearly,” Clara continued. “Adrian didn’t divorce you because he was confused. He divorced you because I asked him to choose.”