Beyond The Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Hi everyone🌸 I’m honestly shocked and so grateful for how you’re treating this book. My previous book, Divorce? His Biggest Mistake, didn’t get this kind of understanding; when the female lead gave (or almost gave) the male lead a second chance, many readers were upset.

“I’ve got your back.” “You always do. Thank you, my love. I’ll be home by nine.” “Have a good day. I love you.” “I love you too.” The call ended, and I felt even better. I went back to searching for a novel until I found one… actually, it wasn’t a novel. It was a nonfiction book on marital problems written by a divorce lawyer. I thought it was interesting. And it had enough pages to keep me busy for the rest of the day.

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.

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.

Anne said while grabbing his biceps. Noah was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. “Yes.” What documents? Anne brought a briefcase closer and passed the paper to Noah. And he flung them at me. “What’s this?” I asked as I read the documents. Divorce. Noah wanted a divorce. “You want to divorce me? After all you've put me through? Like I’m just your toy?” “I don’t need you anymore. Don’t test my patience.” He clenched his jaw. I got bit by the final blow.

“Do you have to lay it all out like this? Are you trying to torture me with this divorce?” “You tell me, Louis. Do you feel tortured?” I said with a flat tone, “There’s really not much to go over. We can either sort this out now or let the court handle it. Just a heads up, it might grab some attention with the cheating, abuse, and the abortion, all very salacious stuff. And I doubt anyone wants to walk away from their divorce with a conviction, do they?” Louis stared at me, his eyes were raw, storming with emotions that I didn’t want to understand.

“I think I want a divorce.” The room went silent. Penelope’s heart stopped mid-beat. The words hung in the air like poison, burning through her ears. She refused to believe what she’d just heard. Slowly, she stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Her hand gripped the front of his jacket, pulling him close until her breath fanned across his face. “Let me tell you something, darling,” she whispered, her tone eerie and calm. “There’s no room for divorce in this marriage. We can never be separated. It’s till death do us part.”

I left it behind with the divorce agreement back in the house. During the toasts, Nova clung to her husband's arm and hoped he would learn from Ian. She called Ian a devoted, loving husband who put his family first. I shook my head and replied, "We're divorced now." Shocked, Nova asked, "Why?" I said, "That's because…" "What the hell are you doing, Evelyn?" Ian suddenly appeared behind me, grabbing my arm and pulling me around to face him. I was surprised at his sudden appearance, but his next words surprised me even more. "Francesca is like a sister to me—everyone knows that. Must you embarrass her at an event like this? What exactly are you trying to do?"

I loved her with every fiber of my being, I gave her the world, literally everything but yet she chose to betray me, in the worst way possible and —even went as far as trying to poison me. She wanted me dead, so she could have her freedom. Mom tried to warn me, about her, her family but I didn't listen. I let her manipulate me with her lies and deceit. I let her break me beyond limit, leaving me heartbroken and shattered. And now, out of the blue, she's bringing up divorce. Just wow. She wants to be a whore so bad, she keeps lying about everything she has done but I can see it in her eyes, the desperate need to get rid of me.