Brooks Divorced Novels & Stories

"See, Theros? You'll still pick me in the end." "If I picked you, I'd never have married her." "You both got married three years ago. I checked the timeline. It was after the collaboration with Woodland Group." Brooke then looked at me with a conflicted expression on her face. "Theros, it's all over now. Divorce her." I knew that Brooke must have misunderstood things. She must have thought that I'd been raped by that drunk old woman that night and only married Daisy because I couldn't withstand the shame and embarrassment.

He answered on the fourth ring. "I'm at the hospital." I kept my voice flat, calm. "Josie's condition is escalating. The Doctor found a treatment that could actually help her but we need to move on it quickly and I need, " "Stop." His voice bored in a way that had always made me feel like I was standing on ice. "Stop doing this." "Cole, " "You call me every time you want to delay the divorce. I'm not stupid, Gwen." The word divorce landed between us with its full weight.

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

"We'll make him answer for this. Besides, you're still young. There will be more babies in the future." I looked coldly at these old men, soaked in greed. "No answering needed." I straightened slowly, scanning every face in the room. "I'm ending this marriage." The words hit them like a bullet. My mother-in-law, Elena Gallo, stood in the corner and muttered under her breath, "What a disgrace! She can't even give birth to a child, and now she wants to talk about divorce?" Giuseppe Vito, my father-in-law, wasn't that happy either. He dialed Damiano's satellite phone, which connected this time. The background was noisy and chaotic.

After staring at him for a while, she cleared her throat and spoke slowly, " Jack, we all know about your abilities, and I believe in you. Take back the Brooks company and make it flourish, I think half a year is more than enough time." She smiled at him gently and then lowered her head. "As for our marriage.." She swallowed hard and spoke with difficulty, "I don't know how to say some things. But I'm really sorry. It's because of me that you've been troubled for so long, and it's because of me that you and Ashley separated ." "I know that a year is the longest time you can accept. When.. when the Brooks groups is doing well again, we.. will get a divorce. What was hers couldn't be escaped,

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.

"The divorce was just taking control of our lives." "And mum never really wanted me around," Brooklyn sighed. "This just gave her a reason to kick me out." "That's not true," her dad gasped. "Brooke, it's not-" "It's fine, I've accepted it," Brooklyn shrugged. "I never was a mummy's girl. So, the divorce... is it done?" Brooklyn's dad fidgeted. "Not quite," he said. Brooklyn raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "We didn't get a divorce," her dad admitted.

That was when I got affected by the aphrodisiac as well. He did not spike my wine, so I could not have possibly fended this off. After some investigation, I found that Brook had a cuckold fetish because of his erectile dysfunction. He loved watching others violate his wife. It excited him. Hence, Brook frequently convinced Melody to do various things that were out of line with the excuse that he was trying to get treated. Whenever Melody got intimate with another man, he became really excited. Fortunately, Melody had saved those conversations and found the recording of what had happened between us on Brook’s phone. She then used it all as evidence to file for a divorce while also making sure

It was because another man had left her. Just like that, I realized I had no regrets left. I pulled the divorce papers I'd prepared long ago from the nightstand and handed them to her. "Leighton, I'm letting you go." She shot upright from the bed. "Logan, will you only be satisfied after you've driven me to my death? Harley Brooks is leaving for Toronto soon. After this, we'll never have another chance to see each other. I'm only going to see him off as his professor. Is that wrong too?"

Maybe we did love each other once. But our love didn't stand a chance against the daily venom of another woman, or his deep-rooted, arrogant obsession with power. "Cassius," I said calmly. "I want a divorce." The air froze. Cassius's grip loosened. He took a step back, sheer disbelief flashing in his eyes. "What did you say?" "A divorce," I repeated, my tone deadpan. "I'm divorcing you." His face darkened like a gathering storm. "You're threatening me with divorce because you don't want to learn high society rules?" His voice carried a suffocating weight. "Scarlett, I overestimated you. I thought you had a spine."