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"I’m staying, Tyler. And if you try to go back to her, I’ll make sure the press hears a version of your 'divorce' that makes tonight look like a bedtime story. You wanted a woman with fire? Well, you’ve got one. Try not to get burned." She swept out of the room, leaving me alone with the ghost of the woman I’d thrown away. I looked at the empty glass and realized, with a terrifying clarity, that I had traded a diamond for a handful of broken glass.

Bella looks at Evan with surprise; she was so engrossed in looking at her husband that she did not pay attention to a file held in his hand. Evan gives the file to Bella. Bella opens the file confusingly, and her eyes go wide. “Divorce papers? her words whispered. Evan nods solemnly, confirming Bella's worst fears. She feels her heart sink as she reads through the legal document, realizing that her marriage is truly coming to an end. The reality of the situation hits her like a ton of bricks, and she can't help but feel a mix of sadness and anger towards her husband. As she looks up at Evan, she sees a coldness in his eyes that she had never noticed before, making her wonder if he had been p

I decided to pick up Zayn's call. "Evelyn! Let's get a divorce right now. That way, Selina won't be accused of stealing someone else's husband. I'll come get you so we can finalize it!" I responded casually, "No way. We still need to sort out the division of assets. There's no rush on my end." Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, Zayn seemed flustered and panicked. He agreed hastily without much thought. "Fine! Take it all! Just agree to the divorce. I can't let Selina take all the insults online!"

he continued. Ava’s chest rose slowly. “I am not changing.” “You are guarding something.” Ava exhaled. “Matthew…” His grip on the baby tightened slightly. “I saw documents yesterday.” Ava froze. Matthew noticed immediately. “They were inside a folder Clara brought,” he continued. Ava’s pulse slowed in a way that felt unnatural. “What documents?” she asked carefully. Matthew’s gaze sharpened. “The word divorce was written on them.” The air thickened, and Ava felt the sound of it more than anything else.

She looked up, her gaze shifting between us. "Oh, I know exactly how that feels, Your Highness," Gina chimed in smoothly. She threw a nasty smirk in my direction. "Because I, too, am married to the absolute love of my life." "And what about you, Anna?" the princess asked. "I am divorced," I said evenly. "But that doesn't mean I didn't experience unconditional love from my husband." Gina’s eyes twitched, a flash of bottled-up fury breaking through her polished exterior. "Oh," the princess murmured, softening slightly. "It must have hurt terribly."

After a few uncomfortable minutes, Amara and Selene took a few shots to take the edge off and after a few more, they were lively and bubbly again. Amara had just finished telling Selene what had been going on for the past month and how she had hit rock bottom in her marriage. "Tell me about it!" Amara sighed in agreement. "You know what? Fuck Brandon and his bitch! Let's have fun and get laid." Selene said standing up to give her best friend another shot. Amara stared at her in horror. "Selene! I'm a married woman please." "That's not marriage babe. Trust me you deserve better!" Selene encouraged as she stretched her hand with the vodka shot in her hand.

“Mother… does she really hate me?” “She doesn’t hate you, Bastian. She’s mourning the son she once knew,” Casandra replied. She opened the folder and pulled out an official document. “This is our divorce decree—granted in absentia by the court. As of today, legally and spiritually, we are strangers.” Bastian stared blankly at the paper. His name and Casandra’s were now separated by a cold legal seal. “You really erased me from your life?” “You erased yourself the moment you left me lying on that concrete floor,” Casandra answered, her voice sharpening slightly. “Every fracture in my bones that night was another nail in our marriage. You didn’t just betray me as a wife—you betrayed your own h

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

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

We sat in silence for a moment, not uncomfortable, just quiet, just present, and I looked at him, really looked at him, and I saw the man he had become, not the man he had been, not the man who had handed me those divorce papers, but someone new, someone who had fought to change, someone who had earned the right to sit across from me. The food was good, better than good, the kind of meal you savor and remember, the kind that makes you close your eyes and smile, and we talked about nothing and everything, about Gina and her latest milestones, about work and the challenges we were facing, about the future we were trying to build together. We didn't talk about the past, not once, not about the