Choosing First Love I Divorce Novels & Stories

Nayla sat on the edge of the bed and stared deeply at Zavier. Her gaze was still fixed on Zavier, searching for signs of a soul behind her husband's cold expression. She felt despair wash over her, but the decision she made could no longer be postponed. Nayla continued her sentence in a cold voice, "Zavier, let's just get a divorce." "I asked for it first." "We cannot possibly live together anymore in this state." Nayla hoped her words could penetrate the layers of disbelief and sadness that haunted Zavier. However, the response she received remained the same; Zavier remained silent, with no expression visible on his face.

’ I raked my hands through my hair trying to brush it off. “She will be here for a while. After the renovation is done she will pack out. I promised.” “OK,” I replied with a breathy sigh. I felt a bit relaxed, deciding to thrust Oliver, knowing he was not a cheat. “And I'm so sorry for my behavior earlier. I knew I was out of line. You know, back then in high school, Oliver and I were in a relationship before I flew overseas,” she said. I could tell the apology wasn't coming from her heart.

"If that were the case, why did he divorce her in the first place? Shouldn't they have just stayed together?" "You don't understand. Men have a thing for their first love. Whether they end up married to another woman or not, there will always be a special place in their heart for their first love. Mr. Lewis is just like that—he couldn't forget his first love even when he was with his wife. That's why he ended up with his first love anyway, to make up for the regret back then." "Yet, when he eventually got together with his first love, the rose-tinted glasses he wore were completely shattered. With that, he decided that his ex-wife was better in comparison."

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

My wife, Monica, hated the smell of alcohol, so I had never once seen her drink. Not even at the celebration for my succession as Don did she touch a single drop. That changed at a Family banquet, when a party game broke out halfway through. Monica lost. The penalty: sit on the lap of your one true love and share a lovers' toast. Without a second of hesitation, she picked up her glass, settled onto Dillon's lap, and drank it down. The room erupted in cheers, and every pair of eyes turned to me with the same expectation. They were waiting for me to flip the table and storm out. But I just watched Monica in silence, slid the ring off my finger, and placed a set of divorce papers in front of he

“If you loved her so freaking much, why did you file for a divorce 99 times?” “She begged for your love and what did you do?” She glared, “And you want to judge me? You?” “Lovie!” She grabbed my hand and placed it around my neck. “If you’re so upset, then kill me and join me here,” “That’s the only thing you can do anyway.” My hands curled into fists. “Because Loren has moved on, she’s remarried, she doesn’t love you anymore.” No, no, no. I couldn’t lose Loren. She still loved me. “That’s impossible,”

When my husband’s family was caught in a massive pileup on the highway, he was at the beach with his first love. I didn’t call and demand that he come back. I simply dialed 911. Because in my previous life, I’d stopped him from going to the beach with her. Instead, he came with me to rush his family to the hospital. While he was gone, his first love was swept out to sea and drowned. When I found out, I was overwhelmed with guilt. But my husband told me it wasn’t my fault. I thought he’d forgiven me. Then, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the beach. Right in front of me, he killed our daughter and threw her into the ocean for the sharks to devour. Then he held me underwater

The day Lillian was born, my husband, Darian Ford, lied to me. He was with Maya Bell while she gave birth, and he missed our daughter's first cry. He came back full of guilt, apologized, and did everything he could to look after our daughter and me. Maya's child happened to start preschool on the same day as Lillian. Darian missed Lillian's preschool orientation. I saw the disappointment on my daughter's face. All I could do was tell her quietly, "It's all right. You still have me." When she fell down the stairs, I called him in a panic. He swore he was on his way. We waited three hours at the hospital. Then we found him in a video that had gone viral. In the video, he was walking down the s

Dealing with the consequences of his actions. And I'm here. Free. Whole. Building something new. The divorce isn't final for sixty days. But it's over. The marriage that ruined me is finally, officially, ending. And the life I'm building, the family I'm choosing, the love I'm fighting for? That's just beginning. Even if we have to take it slow. Even if we can't live together yet. Even if the judge thinks I'm making a mistake. I'm choosing this. Choosing him. Choosing us. And this time, I'm choosing right.

"If you go through with this divorce, don't you ever come home again. From now on, your father and I will pretend we never had you." Dad pointed at Samuel. "From now on, Samuel is the only son we have!" I looked at them, and the last flicker of warmth in my heart finally went cold. "Fine." That single word caught them all off guard. They had expected me to buckle under the weight of their ultimatums, just as I had every other time for the last ten years. However, this time, they were wrong. After sending them on their way, I received a call from my lawyer, Caroline Foster.