Beyond The Divorce Third Blossom Novels & Stories

Rose leaned back in her chair, completely relaxed. Too relaxed. “He told me himself last night.” Riyana’s fingers tightened around the cup. “ We had a great night too,” Rose added casually, taking another bite of toast. “And he said he’s getting divorced from his wife.” Something inside Riyana snapped, though she forced her face to remain still. A great night? Divorce? Her mind raced, trying to understand what Rose was implying. She kept her voice steady with effort. “Who told you all this?”

The audacity of this man was beyond comprehension. “Grant,” I replied calmly, “I’m divorcing you.” “You have a son! How can you abandon him?” His voice rose in anger. “Isn’t he your son too?” I asked flatly. “Didn’t he say he wanted Selene as his mother? Divorce me, Grant, and let your wishes come true.” Before he could respond, I hung up. At Emerald, I joined Cassia’s team, the division in charge of creating new, captivating scents. I was assigned my own office as assistant team leader, right next to Cassia’s. She nearly squealed with excitement on my behalf.

I had to re-read the papers more than three times before every bit of it sunk in. I was getting a divorce. I was getting a divorce with Caleb. After all my sacrifices and selfishness, I ended up losing him. I sighed and chuckled sadly, the chuckle rose into a horrific laugh that left me choking on my breath. “We are finally getting a divorce, Caleb!” I yelled and laughed, swinging my hair into disarray. The door swung open and Mrs. Joyce scampered into the room, looking mortified. “Mrs. Rosy, are you alright?” she muttered, concern flooding her eyes.

Just you wait and see. As the weekend approached, Bella changed her mind at the last moment and accompanied Calvin home in silence. Calvin, a man of few words, and Bella, despite being talkative, could hardly find common ground, leading to barely a few sentences exchanged between them each week. Bella sighed, thinking Calvin would be content with the marriage arranged by their mothers, only to shock her with a divorce proposal just as she thought their lives were set in stone. She couldn’t imagine what kind of seductress could lure away such an iceberg, making him defy his mother’s wishes.

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.

Better to let the past go into the shadows. Rather than getting even with his claws, the real solution is to finalize the divorce from Gali and settle down quietly with my little pups. The kids must come first, and my heart cannot let their bodies live a life of constant running. “Let’s deal with his beast later, Blossom. My boots are arriving at the Council Hall to get this divorce paper signed.” “Are your thoughts absolutely sure about this move?” “Yeah, my mind is super sure. But my brain does not know how many hours it will take. My feet are going to queue up in the line right now. You guys wait for my body at home, and my fingers will call your device when the work is done.”

"You'll go with the sum of $90 million and the penthouse in Rochester as compensation for your emotional damage. Is that enough?" After hearing those words, Liana smiled bitterly. An oppressive chill came up her spine as she read through the divorce papers thrown at her, sobbing silently. "Com'on. Don't play the victim here, Liana. You and I know that this union isn't supposed to last more than three years. Have you forgotten the clause behind my marriage to you? Well, in case you're still lost, you can take a quick glance at your calendar, you know..." "It's fine, Eric." Liana cuts in before he'll continue.

"So, you're in Baurisse." Every word of hers seemed to be coated in frost. "What, found yourself a new sugar mommy?" I stared into the coffee cup, watching the foam slowly collapse. "We're… divorced." "Divorced?" She scoffed. "You think your silly little flower shop can support you? Does Wendy even know you can't order by yourself?" "Penelope." I heard my own voice, calm and steady. "My gardenias have bloomed." There was silence on the other end, like the calm sea before a storm.

He was certainly not expecting an increase in boldness from her as their divorce drew near. “Yes?” “I’ll agree to the divorce,” Rose announced. “I don't want a house or any money. But I want a child.” Although she spoke softly, Jay could sense the resolution in her words. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. ‘Huh, someone’s getting bolder,’ he thought. “You and me? Never,” he spat, disgust in his voice. Rose calculated the time that had passed and the dosage she had used when she spiked his coffee. ‘The drug should kick in before long, right?’

“What were you so stressed about?” Now it was time for the hard stuff, most of the hard stuff. “Bob cheated on me. We’re getting divorced.” “He what?” Anger rang in Lily’s voice. The nurse gestured for us to lower our voices as she tended to the other patient. “He impregnated Marsha of Marsha’s Majesties, that flower shop near our house.” “Seriously, a florist? Don’t tell me he’d bring you flowers afterward?” I buried my face in my hands.