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Yeah, I was foolish enough that I couldn't even take care of myself. That's why I lost our child and my husband. Now, it seemed there was nothing left for me to lose. My lips parted, and the words finally came out. "Ryland, let's get divorced." His hand paused for a moment. Still, he didn't look at me. "Why are you bringing that up? Aren’t we already divorced? If you're in a hurry to remarry, we can move the date up a few days," he spoke quickly. Whenever he'd talked about things like this in the past, he'd always been calm and completely certain of himself.

’ A man in the crowd muttered, “I hear some women become paranoid and creepy after divorce.” “God, that’s pathetic.” “This clearly confirms that she was quite manipulative during the course of their marriage. I wonder how he managed her for all these years.” Another comment came, each one more cutting than the last. Ethan let out a small, dramatic sigh, rubbing his temples like he was exhausted. “Zara, we talked about this,” he said, voice just loud enough for the crowd to hear. “You need to let me go.” Zara’s entire body went rigid.

I pretend not to know what she was talking about. Then I went further to admit my true intentions. I rested my hand on Kate's shoulder and said to her, “Should I be honest with you? I've lost interest in this marriage. What I am doing right now is called playing safe. I can't afford to lose everything I've worked for after divorce. Do you understand now?” “Yes, ma'am. I do understand. But I must commend your level of intelligence and ability to explore unconventional solutions. To be honest with you, I never for once thought about that,” Kate confessed.

The only price was that I became known to everyone as a convenient boy toy whom she could summon and dismiss as she pleased. But my calmness that day seemed to throw Melanie off balance. After all, she vividly remembered how hysterical I had gotten, to the extent of harming myself, during our previous divorces. Now, as she watched me pack faster and more efficiently than before, she sounded somewhat uneasy when she spoke. She suggested, "Maybe this time, I should move out instead…" With a loud click, I closed the large suitcase, cutting off her unfinished sentence. "I already told a friend I'd stay at his place for a few days," I said in a deadpan voice.

Davina The dim glow of the bar lights flickered over the polished counter, reflecting off half-empty glasses and the swirling haze of cigarette smoke. A low hum of music vibrated through the walls, blending with the murmur of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter. I traced the rim of my glass with my finger, watching the amber liquid slosh against the ice. It had been nearly two weeks since the divorce, and I had successfully severed all ties with Sebastian. No more biting remarks from my mother-in-law, no more suffocating expectations, no more pretending. I should have felt liberated, but the weight in my chest told me otherwise.

She walked past him and he followed quickly after her. "You don't look good, Sydney. Are you okay?" He asked earnestly. "Leave me alone. I don't want to talk with anyone, just leave me!" She ran a hand through her hair and cried uncontrollably. Everything was a mess now. She used to laugh during meetings with divorced women when they'd discuss how their marriages were nothing to write home about. She never imagined her case would be worse. Didn't Gavin stop to think about how it'd make her feel?

The sea breeze was relaxing as well as hearing my son’s giggles as Drake continued teaching him how to swim. I looked for the bookmark on the book, scanned a few pages, and was able to locate it. This was a romance novel that I had not read for almost seven years. After I got married, all my books were forgotten as I focused my attention on my husband. After the divorce, I sold everything that reminded me of my ex-husband, including his car, house, and lot, leaving nothing but my books, which I kept with me. It was a long and painful process, but it was worth it in the end. Until he returned. I was back to square one in handling my emotions and feelings.

genre? "You should read fewer of these novels," Chris advised. "Reading too much can lead to wishful thinking." Paige asked, "Why do you say that’s wishful thinking?" Chris explained, "Do you really think there are many wealthy and handsome men interested in divorced women?" Paige inquired, "Why not?" Chris nodded and said, "Well, It's possible—everything in the world is possible. However, divorced women marrying wealthy and handsome men is extremely rare. It's not as common as you might think. Not every divorced woman can marry a wealthy and handsome man."

"That's right. My daughter has good taste. There are plenty of eligible men in Zenville. Divorce Thaddeus as soon as possible; don't waste your time on him. The prime years of a woman are short. You need to look out for yourself." On the topic, he added, "Why don't you file the divorce now? I'll find you a good man tomorrow. The manager of the marketing department seems like a fine guy. He's honest and good-looking. You should look for an honest man. Men like Thaddeus are beyond your depth."

In the old style of common pampering she indulged in questioning her, her answers to any question Vivian raised was modest and mild, and often interrupted by her tears, in substance as follows: ‘that she never had in lifetime had a single thought of wronging Charles (which was fact), till she had seen him taking her liberties as his housewife and gave it to the alien women, which he accomplished by betraying his marital vow with her; and that her resentment at that act, which she was overawed from giving vent to, by complaints or explanations to Charles, had now driven her to a course of divorce that she did not pretend to justify’. All this while, she felt something inside her ripping painf