Beyond The Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

A reluctant smile curved my lips as soon as I emptied my glass. I breathed hard, then looked up to meet the cold breeze and ease all the troubling thoughts in my head, but somehow the glittering stars, and peaceful night sky couldn’t make the cut. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol that tasted bitter, or the feeling weighing down my chest, but no matter how much I drink, I could still vividly remember my last conversation with Damian. What a ruthless husband. How can he shamelessly ask me for a divorce right after I overlooked his scandalous affair?

Now that some parts of her were exposed, Madam Claudia, Lady Sophie, and Irene will use that against her to ruin her name. "I am completely clueless right now, Lyla. I've been distracted by the divorce," Fabe sighed, "But everything will be fine now. I am officially divorced. I am ready to move on." "Are you?" Lyla gestured to the table where the food was ready. Fabe breathe the air of freedom. Hopeful that Hamilton will be off of her shoulder forever. It's a new beginning to start over and embrace herself as Donovan. Mimi invited Fabe to join her in bowling. Since it was weekend, she thought that her best friend needed a diversion. The divorce is official. Of course, Fabe will be affected s

“The judge will never read a two-hundred-page dossier on Daniel’s shortcomings aloud in court, while a crowd jeers at your ex-husband. He will never start his summing up, ‘Ms. Graveney, you are a saint to have put up with such an evil scumbag and I thus award you everything you want.’ ” I can’t help coloring. That is pretty much my Divorce Fantasy. Except in my version, the crowd throws bottles at Daniel too. “Daniel will never admit to being wrong,” Barnaby presses on relentlessly. “He’ll never stand in front of the judge, weeping and saying, ‘Fliss, please forgive me.’ The papers will never report your divorce with the headline: TOTAL SHIT ADMITS FULL SHITTINESS IN COURT.” I can’t help hal

I took another deep breath, fresh tears forming in my eyes, "they were pictures of Aiden with another woman." Clara's eyes wide widened a bit then it turned dark. "That jerk!" "I didn't believe it. I couldn't. I'd rather see it myself." My shoulders trembled and I dropped my face in my palm, "On getting there, I saw that Aiden was actually with another woman." She pulled me to her and carressed my hair. "It's okay. You've shed enough tears over that douchebag." She pulled me from her and wiped my tears from my face. "He's just lost the best woman he could ever have in his entire life. Enough, you're stronger than this, okay?"

"Noelle Zavala, don't forget—you and Jensen are already divorced! If you've got anger, take it out on me, not my husband. Watch yourself, or I'll call the police!" Even when Jensen tried to hold her back, Brooke jabbed her finger at me again and again, and even grabbed for something to throw. "I get it now—you're just making a scene to steal my husband's attention. That's your plan, huh? Divorce him only to crawl back in as the mistress? "Let me tell you something, Noelle Zavala—give up that fantasy! Jensen divorced you because he had already made his choice. He doesn't love you. You can scream and yell all you want, but that's not going to change the fact that you aren't wanted."

The frustration tips over into something uglier. "An engagement I never agreed to." His hand drags through his hair. "Things were happening that you wouldn't even begin to understand. I told you to be patient. I told you to let me sort it out. But you didn't listen, did you? You had to make it about you. About what you want." His voice rises fully now, and he lets it. "Did it ever occur to you that I might need your support to get through what I was dealing with? I just got out of a divorce, Selene. I lost my inheritance. A sacrifice I made for you, for us, and you stand there acting like you're the only one who's been carrying something." He moves to stand by the bookshelf, putting distance

Atticus affirmed, “I’m here because I need your help with something.” “How can I assist you, Mr. Atticus? If I can, I’ll give it my all.” He looked as if he were grappling with his thoughts, trying to find the right words. Then he said two words that shocked me. “Divorce!” I was stunned for a good while. “Mr. Atticus, are you joking? I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. It’s not easy to dissolve one marriage. I can’t involve myself in just anything. Besides, you’re well aware of how your sister-in-law feels about me. I...”

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”