Bride Pushed Into Pool Divorce Novels & Stories

I was Damian Valenti’s legal wife. But to the rest of New York, Sofia Bellini was the woman he planned to marry—and I was the pregnant mistress who refused to let him go. Damian said it was only for show. Sofia’s husband had died saving his life, and he had promised to protect her. She needed the wedding and the title of Donna. I already had what mattered: his love, his fortune, and our real marriage. At least, that was what Damian believed. He was so certain I would understand that he spent our seventh anniversary helping Sofia choose her wedding dress. He never noticed that I was in the fitting room beside them, wearing the dress he had once promised to see me in. As Sofia admired herself

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

"A misunderstanding we're working through. Isn't that right, love?" The question is directed at me, but his gaze stays locked on Thomas, a dominance display, as if I'm territory to be claimed rather than a person with agency. "There's no misunderstanding," I say, finding strength in Thomas's calm presence. The divorce was finalized months ago. I have the court documents." "Documents can be contested," Alex counters smoothly. "Especially when they're processed without proper notification." My heart sinks. This is classic Alex creating legal confusion, dragging things out, keeping me tethered through technicalities.

Wilder had been focused entirely on him and his daughter. Meanwhile, Chris, as her husband, hadn’t even been going home. For a marriage of several years to end like this—it was almost hilarious. When their number was called, Shannon tried once again to call Jessica to explain the situation, but she didn’t pick up. The staff at the Register Office didn’t even look up. They took the documents from Chris, checked them, and quickly stamped them. “Sir, perhaps you two should discuss this more—” Chris didn’t respond. The staff worked efficiently. Two copies of the divorce certificates were handed over. Chris passed Jessica’s copy to Shannon.

She petitioned the court, alleging she had signed the divorce papers against her will, bringing the divorce proceedings to a halt. When Elias saw how troubled I was day after day, he leveraged Central Research Institute's influence to put pressure on Keira. While she might not have wanted a divorce, her company couldn't let her act willfully. Thanks to the influence of Central Research Institute, my divorce agreement finally went through. Meanwhile, Project 707 officially kicked off. For the next five years, every single day felt full and meaningful. Beatrice and I made our relationship official. We were a perfect match, complementing each other in every way. Being with her filled me with jo

She asked Esther slowly. Esther smiled confidently. "Yes, he told me all about it. He said that he doesn't want to be married to you and that he's only staying in the marriage because he feels sorry for you. You don't even realize this, and you keep holding on to a man who doesn't want you. Don't you think this is pathetic? Get a divorce from him, or else I am going to let the whole world know how pathetic you are. I am sure you don't want that, right?" Esther knew she had the upper hand here, and she continued to push Bridget.

Tham tried to speak loudly to drown out his manager’s rude tone, his eyes fixed on the small woman sitting across from him. “There are reports she’s been having an affair since before her divorce. And get this—the reason her husband divorced her was because he found out she was pregnant. He’s a famous businessman; why would he keep a woman who’s carrying God-knows-whose child? He probably knew exactly what kind of person his wife was and divorced her to save himself,” Bellie ranted incessantly. “Alright, that’s enough for now, Bellie. I’ll call you back.” Tham forced a polite smile to mask the awkwardness.

I told him that I was in the roof and he immediately rushed to meet me. "Emma? What are you doing here? And what the hell is this?" He looked at the ashes in the ground and the burning smell which intoxicated the air. I turned to look at him and said with a straight face, "It's the divorce papers. Draven burnt it and told me that he is not going to divorce me." The man touched the bridge of his nose, "I am sorry, this is all my fault." "No. You are not responsible for my decisions. I married that monster of a man." I said.

"Yes. Bethany is Brock's wife. Legally married. The debt should go to her." Scarface looked at me. His eyebrows went up. "That true? You're the wife?" All eyes turned to me. I could feel everyone watching. Waiting. This was the moment I had planned for. I reached into my purse slowly. My hands were steady even though my heart was racing. "I was the wife," I said clearly. "But not anymore." I pulled out the divorce papers. The ones Valerie forced me to sign yesterday at the funeral. Right after Brock's body was laid out. I held them up so everyone could see.

Luckily, Charlotte was an ebony woman in complexion, so her flushed face wasn’t visible, but Jack could hear her increased heartbeat and knew that she was aroused by him. “No, Jack. I’m still Teddy’s wife. Although, I plan to divorce him by tomorrow as I cannot continue with him. Tomorrow morning, my father would report to the magistrate court here and Teddy will be left with no other option than to accept the divorce,” Charlotte said, believing that Teddy would accept her divorce. “Hahaha,” Jack laughed out loud, and Charlotte frowned.