Become His Beloved After Divorce Novels & Stories

I won't get a penny out of the divorce. Not that I want it since it's his money. I marry him for love, not money. Even if the money is a bonus along with his good looks and sex skills. And used-to-have amazing attitude, before the devilish side of him came out. "Damn he's smart!" She throws a punch on the air as I nod, "He's smart." He even gets crafty with the promise I made before we set our wedding date. ‘Divorce after four years. Three kids. Sole custody.’ He even thinks beyond the four years by getting full custody of our non-existence kids.

Sweat beaded across his forehead, and his eyes were rimmed with red. He looked so heartbroken and devoted that anyone watching would have sworn he loved me to death. I pulled my hand back and wiped it on the sheet like it was filthy, then told him, "Let's get a divorce." "What?" He stared at me, disbelief in every line of his face. "Over a lump of dead tissue, you want a divorce?" "Elodie, when did you turn into someone this unreasonable?!" He had more to say, but his phone suddenly rang.

She had patted his cheek and told him he was sweet and that he would grow old if he waited for her and that she was going to marry a handsome man and have beautiful children and never think about him again. And now here she was. Thirty five years old. Divorced. Broken. Back home with nothing to show for the past three years except a thousand scars and a heart that didn't know how to trust anymore. And he was coming. After years of waiting, he was finally coming. She wondered what he wanted. Did he want to see her fall apart? Did he want to mock her for the choices she had made, for the man she had married, for the life that had crumbled around her? Did he want to say I told you so and walk a

“Your parents loved their lives, Aurelia. And though their time was cut short, I’m certain they were happy. Wherever they are right now, their hands are still intertwined, rooting for you.” A gentle smile curved my lips. “It’s okay to have trials and errors,” he continued. “It’s okay to be divorced. It’s okay to walk away when you start to lose yourself. What’s not okay is giving up.” I took a deep breath, his words sinking into the quiet space between us. “I know it’s hard,” he said, brushing his thumb lightly over my fingers, “but trust me, you’ll find that same love you grew up believing in. Sooner than you think.”

It broke her heart that the man who brought her into the world was never going to understand the trauma and abuse that she had to endure all in the forsaken name of marriage. "What do you want father?" Diana asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she felt the pace of the car reduce due to the traffic light before them. "I want you to stop being an ingrate and stop this divorce nonsense," Mr. King ordered. "I am not under your roof anymore, Father, I am done listening to you and Mom," Diana proclaimed trying not to get upset. "I always knew that you'd turn out to be an ungrateful bitch," replied Mr. King. His words were hurtful and they cut through her heart.

"I won't give the medication I've made to trash like her," Ashton said coolly. "Who are you calling trash?" Tanya's eyes bulged in anger. But soon, the pain swallowed her words. She felt like she was being tortured. "Ashton, are you really going to be this heartless?" Roxy bit her lip, staring at this icy version of Ashton. She felt like she was looking at a stranger; she'd never seen him like this. Once upon a time, he'd revolved around her. Did men really become different people after getting divorced?

“I want to too,” He took my hand and led me through the hallway, and I followed without any resistance. After Hayes' I never thought I'd be able to give my heart to anyone. I never thought I'd trust anyone again, much less give my body to anyone. But Adam healed me. With his steady presence, the way he stood by me through my divorce and my fight with Hayes, the way he welcomed me into his home and supported my growth, and the way he loved me without pressure or asking for anything in return.

I confessed, my gaze fixed on my trembling hands. "I realize now that I've been pushing you away and burdening you with the weight of my divorce. It's been consuming me more than I anticipated," I admitted, my voice filled with remorse. Elijah gently reached out, intertwining his fingers with mine, offering a comforting squeeze. "I want you to know that I understand, and I'll be here for you, no matter what. I'll patiently wait for the divorce to be finalized, and I won't pressure you about our marriage anymore. My love for you is unwavering, and I'm here to support you."

This Hunter after the divorce seemed to have come to life to only love her. The Hunter from the past, on the contrary, was more focused on deeming her non-existent in his life. This Hunter after the divorce, nevertheless, was more focused on giving up his life for her. Focused on cherishing every little thing that involved her. Focused on repenting and winning her back again. Focused on giving her the world— only if she accepted him back again— that she had dreamed of living in with him as his wife when she married him two and half years ago.

Had he finally untangled the knot in his heart? “He became a pitiful man after the divorce,” Kylan said, shaking his head. “He loved my mother so much that he couldn’t live without her. When she had an affair and left with his driver, he shattered completely. He even hated me, his only son, because I reminded him of the woman who broke his heart- the woman he couldn’t forget.”