Beyond The Divorce Book Novels & Stories

I didn’t even have to growl. Maybe he thought the divorce was temporary. Maybe he thought I’d come crawling back once the dust settled. But I wasn’t that kind of she-wolf. Divorce meant done. Final. No take-backs, no do-overs. And I wasn’t about to refuse what I rightfully earned. At home, after a nap, I sat at the table with my family and laid everything out. The betrayal. The divorce. Becky’s miraculous pup. The part where I almost choked on a breadstick while reading his “blessed” Facebook post?

“This has nothing to do with you. You lost your right to speak on political affairs in the divorce. You’re only here because of Caledon. Remember your place.” Cal grit his teeth. “That’s enough.” Bella Booker sat back in her seat, completely defeated. My heart ached for her. I looked to my parents, who remained tight lipped. But knowing them, I could tell they weren’t expecting that revelation. The Vice President and his wife were divorced?

Not our divorce. His regret.

Ryan leans back, staring out the window at the fading city lights, his mind a jumbled mess of frustration and exhaustion. He feels Emily’s hand creep over to his knee, but he doesn’t respond, too tired to even muster up a reaction. ~~~ Later that night, Ryan sits up in bed, the dim light casting shadows over the pages of a self-help book. How to Avoid Divorce: A Complete Guide for Reconnecting. His eyes skim the lines with mounting frustration. The author seems to dance around the real issues, suggesting small acts of kindness and communication strategies, none of which feel remotely applicable to his fractured, turbulent life.

Dear Readers, Thank you for your unwavering support and for being part of this incredible journey. I won't say it's the end because we will still hear from Riley and Adrain. However, Chapter 262 concludes Book 1 of Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire. Book 2 will cover Riley and Adrian's lives years later and focus on their children. Yes, this includes their daughter, Freya. In the coming days, I will write a preview and some bonus chapters using the author's notes. Please watch out for it.

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I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

"I already have a wife, and soon I'll be a father. What exactly do I need you for?" His words struck hard, but strangely, they didn't hurt as much as they should have. Perhaps because he was right. He already had someone else. Someone he had chosen over me. Someone he had stolen my kidney for. Someone carrying his child. The divorce papers were simply the final nail in the coffin. Besides, I couldn't imagine spending another day married to a cruel man like Richard. At this point, divorce was the only reasonable outcome. Without wasting another second, I grabbed a pen and signed the papers.

“I might have sounded crazy some seconds ago, but I meant every inch of my words. I want you. I want all of you, and as long as I am here, no one in the world can hurt you. No one at all.” Nova’s lips parted to say a word, but she pressed my fingers against the soft flesh, silencing her for a second. “I could help you get a divorce, Nova. With me here, you can be out of that marriage. You do not have to worry.” The tension in the room shifted after my words, and Nova looked away gently like she was trying to avoid something. Divorce would naturally excite any woman in a toxic marriage, why is she reacting differently? My brows pulled together gently, then I moved my hand to her chin, directi