Beyond The Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

THE END. I have released a new story titled "After Divorce, I Accidentally Married a Ruthless Billionaire." Please let me know your thoughts on it.

“I can’t change what happened. But I can tell you this: none of it was ever meant to hurt you.” April met his gaze, and for the first time, she saw something there. Not arrogance. Not defiance. Regret. Well, that was too bad and four years too late. She tore her eyes away. “It doesn’t matter now. We’re getting divorced.” Noah didn’t argue. He just sat back, watching her carefully. Poppy sighed, raising her glass. “Well. Since this night has turned into a train wreck, we might as well drink to it.” Sophie clinked her glass against hers. “To messy pasts and complicated presents.”

My legs felt lighter, but my heart pounded recklessly as the car door opened for me. “Miss Anna,” the driver said. As we pulled away, the question burned in my chest Was I moving on too fast… when my divorce wasn’t even final? Or had I just stepped into something far more dangerous than heartbreak?

"You couldn't give me a child. My father's only wish before he died was to hold a grandchild. Because of you, he never got that. This situation you're in? You deserve it." I gripped the voice recorder hidden in my hand. "So you cheated on me. You hid assets. You left me with nothing. And you think you're the good guy here?" Brad's patience ran out. "So what if I did? We're divorced now. That's the reality, Lauren. Look—we had a few years together. Don't make this pathetic. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Have some self-respect and walk away." Vanessa just stood there behind him, watching me like a cat who'd swallowed the canary.

AUTHOR'S POV SYDNEY held her ears, rocking back and forth. Gabriel's house was a small bungalow a few miles away from Beverly Hills. Sydney was scared shitless when Gabriel drove into the forest but heaved a sigh of relief when she saw a quaint bungalow with numerous logs of trees in front and tools carelessly on the ground. It's been exactly two hours since Gavin had asked for a divorce. As she sat by the fireplace, she could hear his hateful words haunting her mind.

"What's wrong? Okay, I'll be right there." He hung up and looked back at me like he wanted to say something. I dug my nails into my palm and forced myself to walk away. In the car, I dialed a number. "Yes. I need you to draft divorce filing documents for me. As fast as you can." Twenty minutes later, I got back to the apartment. I'd lived in this place for seven years. Every corner of it held our memories. Now there were traces of another woman everywhere. Bright curtains and rugs, the trendy little table settings and trinkets, and the bitter scent of chamomile hanging in the air.

"Are you really set on this? I bet there's someone else. That's the only explanation. Why else would you be this heartless, demanding a divorce at your own child's celebration?" Claire's eyes widened, like something had just fallen into place. "That's it, isn't it? No wonder you're so desperate to leave. You have someone on the side. How can you do this to your son? To Adam?" Adam's whole body went rigid. "Lena, you better not actually be seeing someone." I listened to Claire call him "Adam" over and over like she owned the name, and my expression didn't change. "Whether there's someone else isn't the point," I said. "The point is that Adam and I are getting divorced."

“Evidence? Who will believe a pathetic, unstable wife like you?” The divorce battle was brutal and public. Ronan’s lawyers tried to paint Sarah as an unfit mother who abandoned her duties and had secret affairs. But the photos of bruises, the financial control records, and Shenina’s own innocent statements to the child psychologist turned the tide. After months of hearings, the judge granted Sarah primary custody of Shenina with generous visitation for Ronan. She also received a substantial settlement, far more than Ronan wanted to give, thanks to Alex’s team exposing hidden assets.

“Blake, I think… I think it’s time for a divorce. I need you to sign the papers and file them with the court. Please stop stalling and do the right thing.” There was silence on the other end, and she could almost hear the gears working in his mind. “Divorce? You’re serious?” He laughed, but it was a brittle sound. “No, Treasure, let’s not go down that road. You know I’m not ready for that. I haven't finished giving you what you need; you just have to let me get my money's worth. I only want one thing; it's the only thing I miss about you. It's that thing between your thighs.”

“She’s about to find out she can’t.” I nodded slowly. Somewhere across the city, Cassian Blackridge believed this divorce was a clean break. He was wrong. Because this morning, for the first time since the papers were signed, I wasn’t just surviving. I was choosing. And that choice small and quiet as it was would change everything.