Brotherly Fortress After Divorce Novels & Stories

I let my hand grab his and threw him a small, sad smile. “It’s okay, El. I’m fine. It’s bound to happen anyway, so it’s no big deal. I’ll give him what he wants and sign the divorce papers.” He turned our hands over, put his on mine, and gave me a nod. “You are a good woman, I hope you know that. I also hope you do not blame yourself for how the marriage turned out. My brother is a foolish man who doesn’t know the gift he has, until he loses it.”

"Dad…why—" My brother gave me a smack in the head before leaning forward to my ear. "Tsk. So stupid. Didn't you hear? You're an outcast now. Don't act so shocked. You went off and did whatever you want without permission, right? You went on getting married without a word so don't retalliate if we did the same. Getting divorced, that is." His voice was full of mockery and excitement on them, yet every word he spoke felt daggers to my chest, tearing it slowly when it sinked in.

"When you're alone and struggling and you realize what you gave up, don't come crawling back." "I won't." I meant it with every part of my soul. He signed the papers right there on my cardboard box table, his signature angry and harsh. Then he straightened up and looked at me one last time. "You'll never find anyone better than me." "I'm not looking for better." I opened the door for him. "I'm looking for nothing. That's still an improvement." He left without another word and I closed the door behind him and locked it. Then I slid down to the floor and sat there for a long time, staring at the signed divorce papers. I was free, completely free.

“But I guess you’re just as selfish as your father said you’d be.” My breath catches. He knows how much that man’s words still cut. My father never forgave me for marrying Matteo. He called me foolish, naive, blinded by first love. He said Matteo would never see me as more than a doormat. I thought he was wrong. Now I’m not so sure. “I left everything for you,” I say quietly. “I walked away from my family. I cut my parents off. I moved into this house with you and made it our life.”

“What sort of ridiculous question are you asking of me? If you still need me to tell you what to do after everything that I have said and buttressed, then I would have to agree that something is wrong with you” “I wouldn't want to think that the bomb blast has affected your head but with the way things are going, it seems so!” I knew what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to divorce her and that would never happen because until Lucia shows me the proof of her being a stripper, the woman in the picture will forever be Seraphina Whitmore. “Dad, what you want wouldn't be happening, and I would rather not escalate things further, so I would rather that you leave me alone. I don't want to talk abo

ARIA; I was still tasting the bitterness of my divorce when I saw him again. Damon. My ex-husband’s older brother. The one man I was never supposed to want. The one who had always looked at me like I was a secret he was dying to keep. It had been six months since the papers were signed. Six months since Marcus and I had finally admitted we were better apart than together. The divorce was clean on paper, but messy in my chest — nights spent wondering if I’d ever feel truly wanted again. My vibrator had become my best friend, but it wasn’t enough. I needed hands. Teeth. A man who looked at me like he’d burn the world down just to fuck me properly.

Even if her father, brother, and everyone in our family sell their bones and meet to compensate, it will not be enough. “The day we got divorced, we made it clear that from now on there is no longer any relationship between us and we will not interfere in each other lives. If it weren’t for your grandson forcing me to be his lawyer, leaving me with no choice, do you think I am willing to come to your house?”

Chapter 1 Valerie POV With trembling hands, I stared at the A4 paper with me in shock, refusing to register the realization before me written" DIVORCE AGREEMENT" "But why Liam, after everything we've been through, why do you think this is the best option" My voice cracked as I struggled to lay hold of the tears staring at my husband and sister clutching to each other's arms.

“As real as the benefits you’ll gain.” Great, his reply threw me off guard also. Why does everything about this intolerable and insufferable billionaire throw me off guard? “Do you realize I just got divorced? What kind of woman will society call me if I get married to you the same day I got divorced?” It might not be important to him, because I could swear Noah Beck doesn’t giving a flying fuck about anyone, but I do. Despite all I had faced when I was married to Roland, I wouldn’t want to go through that phase in a more cruel way, this time.

I saw with my own eyes she became a different person after that. I couldn’t meet her as long as my mother hated her but then one day, after countless efforts to tell my mother to let go of her hatred, finally she agreed to forgive her and even planned to come back to SF. I personally couldn’t help but feel excited, finally I can meet her again and maybe this time I could pursue her. Seeing her for the first time after being apart for so long, I couldn’t help but feel so happy, she became a grown woman and she is breathtaking, ‘my love, my forever one!’ I whispered to myself. However, the universe seemed to have no mercy toward me. Not long after, I learned she was pregnant and quickly got ma