Become His Beloved After Divorce Novels & Stories

There is no way I am going to let him see me weak. “I don't love you, Sarah. I never will. We should end this marriage and set me free from you. Beatrice is the woman I love. You can't change that," he declares his love for another woman in front of me, and bile rushes up to my throat. The taste of vomit fills my tongue from his words. My heart shatters into tiny pieces as pain courses through my chest like a heart attack. Without anticipating his next words, I pull off my ring. “Let's get a divorce, Sarah."

But he became very,very busy. And the busier he got with the business,the worst things got between us. Everything just sort of…changed. He withdrew from me. In fact,come to think of it,I don’t know if I ever heard him say‘I love you’.I craved his love.I wanted him to love me.But I don’t know if he ever did. And then… He broke our mate bond and divorced me... “Is it over?”Johnson asked,as people clapped happily, which made me suddenly wake up from my memories.

He said as he advised her. "So what brought you here, I didn't order for anything." Rita calmly said. "Uhmm… Yeah, I was ordered to drop this divorce file in this apartment and I'm sure that this is the apartment." He answered her. Rita stared at the divorce agreement in her hands, her heart sinking with a mix of emotions. She couldn't believe that Jaden, the man she had loved so deeply, was ending their relationship with such finality. The weight of the billion-dollar fortune he had given her only added to her pain.

He didn’t want that, seeing his parents and, their love life, he swore to himself that he would never give his heart to anyone. That’s why he had only affairs, nothing more, just pure satisfaction of a desire. Until he had her in his arms. That changed his life forever. Now, he felt that he could lose something sacred to him, somebody, without whom he couldn’t live. His beloved. His Raven. His everything. Now he knew, he understood everything because she awakened his sleepy heart. A heart that was beating for her only, and that same heart, would stop beating only because of her, now he knew that and hoped it wasn’t too late.

For the first time, his true nature slips through—cruel, dangerous, unfiltered. “You heard me. I want a divorce,” I declare, my voice steady. “After eight years of marriage, I don’t love you anymore. I’ve fallen for someone else—someone who made me feel like I actually matter. He treats me like I’m his whole world. And most importantly, he gives me the kind of love I deserve. A love that’s just mine, not something I have to share with someone else.” I glance at his lover, who stands frozen, clearly stunned by how differently things are playing out from the careful plan she once crafted.

"Our relationship is so good. Why do we have to divorce? I promise… There won’t be a next time." I shoved him away, my voice trembling. "Do you remember what you said to me back then? You said I deserved to be loved with your whole heart!" His throat worked with difficulty. "I still think that way now!" I looked at him coldly. "No. You’ve changed. "Ever since Bella came back, your heart has been split for her. What I want is not a love that has to be shared with someone else. I’m sick of always coming second.

On the morning Serena Voss discovered she had won the most prestigious architectural contract of her career, she drove home to share the news with her husband. She found him in bed with her cousin instead. He handed her divorce papers before she could speak. That same night, broken and stripped of everything, she drove straight to her mother's door and learned the betrayal in that bedroom wasn't the only thing the Voss family had taken from her. They had taken her father, too. So Serena stopped asking people to believe her. She stopped waiting for justice to arrive on its own. She stopped leaving doors open for people who had burned down everything she built. She disappeare

They just came out—simple, plain, unadorned, the truest thing I’d said in months. Harrison’s eyes filled. “I love you,” I said again, my voice breaking. “I have loved you for the entire time. Through all of it—the divorce, the accusations, the seven years apart, Lucas, Chloe, Claire, Lyndsey, the hotel, the car, the living room floor—I have loved you through every single second of it and I need you to know that.” He was crying. Openly, the tears sliding down both cheeks and dropping off his jaw onto the front of his shirt.

I say before yanking the door open and dragging my bag out to my car. Is this what motherhood is? Is this what marriage is? Giving and giving until there's nothing left only to be told you were never enough to begin with? “I'm getting a divorce.” I whisper to myself as I finally let the tears fall. Then, I drive into the night. I didn't even get to say goodbye. But I know when to step back when I'm no longer needed. For my sake, and for theirs. You cannot love a person into loving you no matter what you do.

"The nurse just called me. What's up with you? Don't be so…" He suddenly fell silent. His gaze swept past the empty bed and landed on the nightstand, where a document sat. "Divorce Settlement Agreement" were the words at the top of the first page. Beside the document lay the aftercare instructions for miscarriage. On top of the divorce papers was the wedding ring I had never once taken off. Beneath the ring was a note. Zachary stiffly pulled it out. I had written the sentence down with all my energy. The note read, "Zachary, your inability to let go of her killed our child."