Beyond The Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

You can’t take it back in the divorce settlement! The thought of all my hard work and sacrifices over the past year sent a wave of bitterness surging through me. Gritting my teeth, I said, "So, throughout this marriage, you only cared about the house?" She gave me a look like I was insane, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. "What else? You think I was drawn to your poverty or the fact that you’re an orphan?" With that, she flung the papers in my face. The metal clip grazed my eye as the documents scattered to the ground.

I said and I don't know why I said that and she gave me a sad smile. "I'm sorry. We are…getting divorced and then…you…you can…" I couldn't able to complete my sentence as I couldn't able to imagine another woman with Vincenzo. "You know what Ahaana? You're in some deep shit which is called Imagining things on your own. First, stop doing that and consider this as the advice from someone who came out of that shit. I think that is what that took you both to the divorce in the first place. And, you were going to say that I can have him after your divorce right? I don't know whether you know this or not but I know Ahaana that he won't let any other girl touch him except you…even in his drunken st

"I’m staying, Tyler. And if you try to go back to her, I’ll make sure the press hears a version of your 'divorce' that makes tonight look like a bedtime story. You wanted a woman with fire? Well, you’ve got one. Try not to get burned." She swept out of the room, leaving me alone with the ghost of the woman I’d thrown away. I looked at the empty glass and realized, with a terrifying clarity, that I had traded a diamond for a handful of broken glass.

I said. "First we get you a job. Something good, something that starts rebuilding your financial independence quietly. Then when you have enough to stand on your own two feet — you divorce him. You build from there. And when you are ready, when you are strong enough, you come back for your share of that business. It was willed to both of you by your grandparents. He cannot erase that. But you need to be in a position of strength before you go after it." I sat with that for a long moment.

That’s an ideal setting to start executing my plan. I spent the rest of the workday registering two new clients: Client One: A woman who caught her husband cheating in their matrimonial bed with a woman he had introduced as his "cousin" two months ago. Client Two: A man whose business flight was canceled, only for him to return home early and catch his wife with another man. Both wanted a divorce—the woman seeking full custody of her five-year-old daughter and the man determined to make sure his cheating wife left without a single asset.

“I might have sounded crazy some seconds ago, but I meant every inch of my words. I want you. I want all of you, and as long as I am here, no one in the world can hurt you. No one at all.” Nova’s lips parted to say a word, but she pressed my fingers against the soft flesh, silencing her for a second. “I could help you get a divorce, Nova. With me here, you can be out of that marriage. You do not have to worry.” The tension in the room shifted after my words, and Nova looked away gently like she was trying to avoid something. Divorce would naturally excite any woman in a toxic marriage, why is she reacting differently? My brows pulled together gently, then I moved my hand to her chin, directi

"How could you live in a place like this? Come back with me, okay?" I didn't care what kind of fantasy he was living in, but it became a problem because he was annoying me. I snapped, "Are you out of your mind? We're getting a divorce. It's over between us. What makes you think I'd want to go back to your house? "I'll say it one more time: Get out of the way. I'm leaving." I didn't wait for a reply and just walked into the elevator. - Vincent and I had planned to meet at the restaurant, but he insisted on picking me up at my apartment instead.

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

Ah there it was the whole reason why they kept in contact with me during my marriage with Jacob it was only for the money, after our mother left they used me in anyway they could if its going to bring them cash, looking down on the table choosing my words carefully “ I have no money, Jacob and I are divorced “ I could see the minute that my words register in his brain, one minute he was standing behind the isles the next he was in front of me with his hand wrap around my next, squeezing the life out of me. I don't know if it was the alcohol that made me numb but for whatever reason I didn't fight him, I let him get it out of his system “ You B*tch, why? Would you be divorced, uh” I couldn't

I came to understand that the grass isn't greener on the other side after all. "Do you think Cyril is aware of this new development? Or perhaps his grandmother orchestrated the plan for her selfish reasons?" Kate asked me. "How am I supposed to know? Who cares anyway? They should go to hell for all I care." I frowned. "Make me understand. That wasn't the reaction I expected from you. What are you going to do about this? Surely, you're not going to fold your arms, are you?" Kate indulged me. “I am considering getting a divorce from this illusion called marriage. I don't have to continue like this.,” I proclaimed.