Beyond The Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

“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

The unforgiving concrete tasted of rust and rain. Chloe’s vision blurred as she hit the driveway, the impact driving the air from her lungs in a sharp, ragged gasp. The icy downpour instantly soaked through the thin, threadbare cotton of her dress, plastering it to her bruised skin. Around her, a flurry of crisp, white papers fluttered down like mocking doves, instantly turning to translucent mush in the puddles. The divorce papers. "Don't make this uglier than it has to be, Chloe," a voice drawled from above.

“I believe so.” She shook her head. “No.” “No one would go that far.” “Not over a divorce.” Alex’s expression remained unreadable. “This wasn’t just a divorce.” He paused. “It looks more like someone wanted you removed.” Those words struck harder than she expected. Removed. Not rejected or abandoned. Her heartbeat quickened. “I was twenty years old.” “I had no company.” “No inheritance.” “No influence.” Her voice cracked. “What could anyone possibly gain by destroying me?”

The divorce papers, the fake pregnancy, Lucas shutting her out…. Is it really over?

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.

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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