Beyond The Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

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.

“Diane, I threw a birthday party for you twice. You didn’t show up.” “Because I was busy!” “Exactly! You’re always fucking busy.” The veins in my neck bulged. “Do you even remember you’re married? Because it seems like I’m the only one putting some effort into making this work. I love you, Diane. I love you so fucking much, but sometimes you make it hard to.” I took a step forward, my voice cracking. “We sleep in different rooms, baby. Have you ever wondered how that made me feel?” “How did it make you feel?” She repeated.

I have been betrayed before, broken and left to pick up the broken pieces but this time around I'm not going to let it happen, I'm taking control over my own fate Thanks to that phone call I'm awake now and ready to fight If he wants to play games I'll play along with him I have got nothing to lose How can he make a person who doesn't believe in love fall in love with him, I want to see how long it takes before his perfect facade crambles before his eyes and when it does I'll be there to laugh at his face For now I'll play along his games Scott Foster I hate you I muttered to myself turning my back against him ★★★ The next morning felt numb, I have been looking at his sleeping face for an ho

He did it so carefully, as though he weren't the man who had just divorced me for the ninth time, and as though he weren't about to light up the entire city for another woman. He truly was a remarkable actor. He deceived those young women with their innocence and deceived me with promises of forever. I remembered what he'd told me after our first divorce: I was the only person he loved and that the women outside our marriage meant nothing and were just a bit of fun. I believed him. How pathetic. Not wanting to dwell on the past any longer, I decided to step outside for some air and clear my head. Just as I was about to stand, Ryland pressed a hand over mine. "Stay here and drink with everyon

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

“At least we let you have your dream wedding first.” She lifts her champagne glass and clinks it against Jophiel’s. “Congratulations,” she adds mockingly. “You got one perfect day with the love of your life.” My chest feels like it is collapsing. Then Soren reaches forward suddenly and shoves a folder against my chest. “Sign,” she says. The impact jolts me back a step. “Divorce papers,” she continues casually. “And the prenup you signed earlier makes things very convenient.” My fingers tremble as I open the envelope.

Oh no. “He was being an asshole and you finally put him in his place.” He smiled at me, but for the life of me, I couldn’t find it in me to return the gesture. I had even forgotten he was still seated across from me. “Are you just going to sit there and let your date speak to your husband like that?” “Ex. Ex husband.” Aaron cut in again. “I’ve listened to you yap and quite frankly, I’ve gotten bored because anyone with ears can tell she doesn’t want you, she wants a divorce.” He definitely had a death wish.

I got up and walked toward the stand, and bowed to the judge. “I have seen and heard everything Jennifer now tells me. Why did you want to divorce your husband?” the judge asked me. Why? The question itself lingers in my mind. Betrayal. He betrayed me. My subconscious reminded me. I cleared my throat. “We were married under unforeseen circumstances. Though we tried our best to make this marriage happen, in the end it was no use. For marriage, love is important, but for me, the partner should also be able to trust and should keep his promises up. Somehow, somewhere, he missed it. That’s why it’s best if we just go back to our lives before marriage.” I told the judge. The judge looked at me fo

“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

She paced once around the desk, then came back to it. Her mind was racing too fast to hold onto a single thought. Why? Why would he want to divorce her? They had argued, yes. They had drifted. But divorce? She thought of the night before he left. The way he’d pulled her close in the kitchen. I’m trying to build us. Her chest tightened painfully. Build what? An exit? She flipped through the pages again, slower this time, searching. There had to be more. There had to be a letter. A reason. Some cruel explanation tucked between legal jargon, but there was nothing.