Choosing First Love? I Divorce Novels & Stories

’ 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.

I wasn’t about to lose him over some choice that i had to make. Because i choose him, i’d choose him over and over again. And that was the scary part. The part that even fifteen years apart didn’t dim us. But i was not about to make him divorce his wife. I loved Marc, so much still. But Alex, was my first love.

It was my fault for failing to care for you. I pushed away the bouquet of roses and said flatly, "Henry, I've had enough. Let's get a divorce." He hugged me tightly and replied in a gentle voice, "You asked me for a divorce yesterday, and I refused. Today, I'm proposing to you all over again. Let's just pretend that none of this has happened, alright?" I squirmed free from his grip. Henry had probably forgotten all about our promise from back then. During our first year of marriage, I said, "If you happen to break your vows to me one day, I'm willing to give you one chance and one chance only."

"But I loved you, so I kept hoping. I thought that after sharing a life day after day, you might learn to love me, even a little." "But even the warmest heart eventually goes cold. I'm tired, Damian. I'm done." I walked around him and out the door, got into my car, and drove away without looking back. I did not go home. I drove deep into the woods, to the witch's cottage. I traded the engagement ring Damian had given me for a vial of bond-severing potion. For once, the decision was mine. If he had been willing to sit down and talk, I wouldn't have resorted to something this drastic.

“Well…there are two options. But neither one is good.” “Alright…” “The first one is unpredictable. We could try it and hope for the best, but I can’t promise you it’ll work.” “Let’s just try.” “Hold on. You don’t even know what you’re agreeing to.” “Then tell me.” I was impatient, wanting this eternal night to end for good. “There are two ways to approach your problem. The first one is, we could make you stop loving her. Make you forget about her. With your newfound freedom, you could divorce her and get back to the life you had before.”

Her eyes were full of deep affection, which only made me want to vomit. "Stop deluding yourself. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Don't you already know that?" Perhaps I should have known all along that Celia knew how much I loved her, which was why she deliberately humiliated me. That was why she agreed to marry me in the first place. Perhaps it was to play the game of keeping her legal husband at home while having affairs on the side? However, she should not have been so naive. "Celia, what you should be doing now isn't stopping me, but going back and stopping your parents from killing that guy. After all, I won't be the one arrested if the doctor calls the police."

There must be something. “But…there’s a catch to it.” He said slowly. “I knew it! $50m doesn’t just fall from the sk-” “You have to be married.” My heart dropped. Shit. Shit. Shit. My mind drifted back to Noah…and Anne…and their baby. The ache in my heart throbbed, feeling like salt was poured on my wound. I hadn’t told them yet. I just can’t bring myself to tell them about the divorce. Stella would throw a tantrum, maybe even make situations worse. I would be more humiliated than I was when I was leaked.

She had simply taken my feelings for granted, fully convinced that since I had chosen this university for her, I wouldn't leave her over something like this, even though she knew very well that what she was doing would hurt me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Her expression darkened, yet she still refused to give up. "But are you really not going to give me a chance to make it up to you? Are you really just going to hand me a death sentence like this?" I shook my head. "I gave you plenty of chances. You just never cherished a single one of them. Daphne, I really did love you once." My flight was boarding soon. I casually grabbed the handle of my suitcase. "And I don't regret the moment I decided

At the height of my love for her, she broke up with me, stating she would study abroad and didn’t want to hold me back. But later, I learned she hadn’t gone to study abroad. She had found a better option and left with a new boyfriend. After she broke up with her new boyfriend overseas, she returned, hoping to come back to me. When she appeared before me again, my heart sank. I always found it hard to forget my beloved first love. I had two choices, either to be friends or to be lovers. Being friends would have been the better choice for both of us, but I chose the irreversible path.

He pushed the second envelope toward me. “Divorce,” he said softly. “If you want a family, Cheryl—really want one—I won’t stop you. I love you. I love you with every part of me. But I can’t give you that. I’m not going to change my mind. And I don’t want to see you sacrifice something so important for me.” My hands trembled. My head dropped into my palms as a sob broke from my throat. “I don’t want you to look back one day and hate yourself. Or hate me. I want you to have that choice. A real one. No pressure. No shame. Just the truth.”