Beyond The Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Thorne contacted Charlene around thirty minutes later as she was preparing to go for supper. Charlene responded, "Hello?," realizing he was contacting her to talk about the divorce. Have you eaten dinner yet? From the other end, Thorne inquired. Charlene paused. "... Not yet." "I assume your lawyer has briefed you on my decontent belonging to FindNovel," she stated succinctly. "He did," Thorne answered. "I don't mind if that's what you want. But Grandma requested that any modifications be discussed with her first after learning of our divorce and seeing the settlement.

When I step into the booth, I give him a quick smile before shutting the door. I take a seat on the bench, and making the sign of the cross, I murmur, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been two months since my last confession.” Taking a deep breath, I whisper, “I doubted my husband and ran from him.” God, it was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. I’ll never doubt Angelo again. I hear Father Parisi move. “You ran from your husband?” “Yes, but he found me, and I’ve asked his forgiveness.” He clears his throat. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

I doubt the current smile on her face has fallen since the day she tossed my things out like roadside garbage. She wears cream today, the color of victory. Her lips curl faintly at the corners when she notices my gaze, as though she’s been waiting for this moment for years. Maybe she has. The lawyer clears his throat. “We’re here to finalize the divorce proceedings between Mr. Elijah Griffin and Mrs. Scarlett Griffin.” Mrs. The word lands heavy in my chest. Alice scoffs softly. “For now,” she mutters under her breath, not bothering to hide it. I say nothing.

Of course, they truly hated Ravelina. “That’s right, it’s better to just divorce!” the others said. Viona looked smug, while Regan remained silent, just as Ravelina did. “I do not agree with this divorce lawsuit.” Regan grabbed the divorce documents and tore them apart right in front of the entire Dominic family. Ravelina was certainly shocked to see what her husband did, as were Viona and several members of the Dominic family present there. “Regan, didn’t you want to divorce this barren woman, …”

I watched him closely. Would he be able to tell? That this…was not it? He placed it inside the drawer immediately, then locked it. I sighed. Thank goodness. “I’ll keep it here.” I nodded. “That’s safer. And I am sorry. It slipped my mind to return it." He nodded and leaned against the desk. "I called you for another reason.” My smile faded. “What is it?” “I’m proceeding with the divorce.” He spoke so casually. As though discussing tomorrow’s meeting.

“There’s no point in pretending to care about me now." “Are you still talking calmly to her?!” Agnes sparked, abandoning the floor and rushing towards Kaan with the divorce papers. “Read this!" She shoved the papers into his face hotly. "See what this gutter rat has done! She wants to divorce you! And even reject— “ She choked on her own words. The disbelief turning her purple all over again. “She actually dared to— “ "Mother—" Kaan started to stop her. “Are you bewitched?!” She snapped. “Your precious wife clearly reeks of another male!”

I answered that one myself. “Bella was my friend. She chose my husband. She has spent weeks turning my pain into content. That says enough about her. I am done chasing her story by story. The facts are simple. I left a cheating marriage. I want a concluded divorce. I want to work and live without being hunted for sport.” The room got louder after that. Brenda ended it before it turned into a circus. Outside, away from the main doors, my whole body started trembling like the courage had been borrowed and the loan was due. Adrian didn’t tell me I did well in a shiny way. He just said, “It’s out. Now they have to deal with the real version.”

Instead, I reach into my purse, pull out the divorce envelope, and hand it to her. Isabelle snatches them up, her eyes skimming the words. Silence. Then followed by a slow inhale. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” She bolts upright, her voice booming, and I swear my ears ring. I blink. “Jesus, Isa—” “No, Jesus Isa nothing! Damian wants a divorce?! On your fucking birthday?! That scum sucking, sewer rat of a man?!” She paces abruptly like she’s trying to keep herself from committing murder.

I wanted to appear strong after our divorce, but deep down in my heart, all that pain still felt clear. “Savannah…” Rowan shook his head. “What do you want from me? I married you. I gave you everything! You even became Luna!” “Cillian gave me everything. He gave me freedom. He made me the luckiest woman in the world.” “What’s the difference? Do you think I don’t know that Cillian also has other women?” I was stunned for a moment. “Cillian also sleeps with other women, so what’s the difference between him and me, Savannah?”

No wonder Corbin simply couldn't forget about her. "You're not breaking up anything. Everything here should've belonged to you anyway." Corbin snatched the papers from me and threw them onto the table. "Are you done, Skylar? Ingrid has always been so busy at work, and it's not often she gets to come back to Novington like now! Why must you make things so awkward for her as soon as you meet?" I was calm as I answered, "I'm not. I just want to divorce you, as you wished. That way, you both can get together."