Ashley Till Divorce Novels & Stories

There was no day I didn't yell and yet nothing had changed since then. “And?“. I asked. "Let's go home, Lindsay” I snickered."Aren't you suppose to let me go even after finding out I was fucking your brother”. "You are my wife....“ I didn't let him finish before snapping at him. "Cut the crap, Asher. Even though I and Shaun aren't together anymore, that doesn't mean I am not getting a divorce” I said, batting my eyelids to prevent the tears from falling.

“And I can't have an affair or cheat on Asher, do you know why, Lovie?” I stepped back, intertwining my fingers with Killian. “Asher and I are divorced. Both of you are free to do whatever you want. You don’t need to explain anything and neither do I.” “Stop pretending already!” Asher barked, fuming. “You came running after seeing my message and you still want to act?” He narrowed his eyes. “How low will you stoop Loren?” “Message?” My forehead creased, what was he on about now?

Asher is a lucky man? Or am I the lucky bride?

“I know your divorce was staged and that your husband declared you and your children dead. He faked your deaths.” Catherine’s breath hitched, and her eyes widened in shock. “How… how do you know that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Alexander observed her reaction. “It wasn’t hard to figure out. Your husband’s side of the family believes you all died in a car accident. But the people from your hometown believe you divorced him. The question is, why go to such extremes?” Catherine’s face turned pale, and she gripped the edge of her chair tightly. “Please,” she said, her voice shaking. “Don’t dig any deeper. Don’t ask questions. Just… leave it alone.”

The moment he saw her, he rose from the couch and slipped his hands into his pockets. “Where have you been?” “I was with Adrian.” Nolan's eyes widened. Curiosity instantly took over. Without hiding anything, Ashley told him about their entire conversation… Including the offer Adrian had made. “Did you just say he'll give me everything I gave Layla in the divorce settlement?” Nolan asked in disbelief. Ashley nodded. “He handled our divorce, so it's only natural that he knows what happened to the properties, who sold them, and everything else.” The excitement on Nolan's face slowly faded.

It could no more feel things. Ashley was getting better and could not see Justin around her. Before getting her consciousness, he stayed with her like crazy. When he thought nobody was watching him, I witnessed him talking to Ashley’s sleeping body. The divorce news felt like a sham. “You still want to shift away?” Marwick asked me one day when I was coming out of Ashley’s room when she was shifted home. “Yes, please.” He kept sizing me up. “Are you sure?” He asked me and then it dawned on me that he was aware of the divorce news.

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

She grabbed my arm and begged in desperation, "I don't want a divorce, Henry. I don't want you to leave me!" I held my ground, completely unmoved. Soon, the sound of high heels came through the open door, drawing closer with each step. I looked around and saw Chloe coming in. She gave me a look, signaling me to stay calm, before eyeing Ashley. "Your parents would like a word with you." A voice rang out from the speaker of Chloe's phone. "Ashley! Sign the divorce agreement at once, or you'll be kicked out of the family!" Ashley glared at Chloe, her fists clenched and her eyes filled with resentment.

6 months later ✓ ✓ "Jordan? What the fuck do you mean by divorce... After we've been married for three freaking years with a two-year-old son, you're asking for a divorce? Why... Why? What is the problem? We've never had any issues, I've been taking care of you." Ashley continues to rant and yell, her hands flying around like she’s physically trying to swat the word ‘divorce’ out of the air. She picks up the paper I handed her a few minutes ago and stares at it like it's a joke she can laugh away. But it’s not. I’d thought long and hard about this. If I want to avoid ending up back in the same situation, if I want to survive this second chance I’ve been given, I need to make sure she’s out o

I whispered, shaking my head, trying to convince myself I had misread it. Asher grabbed the papers, shoving them closer to me. “They’re divorce papers. Sign them before I come back. There is no point continuing the marriage when Theresa can give me children but you can't.” And just like that, he turned and walked out. Leaving me alone again. I slid to the floor, my knees giving out beneath me. I couldn’t breathe and couldn’t think. Tears poured down my face as I pressed my forehead to the cold marble floor.