Choosing First Love? I Divorce Novels & Stories

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

I'm not saying anything surprised by the fact that this is really so easily accepted. "So Blake, the best solution would be for her and me to get a divorce. I can move out of the house, as you understand I have someone, but it won't be a topic. Never. Did you understand? ” "Yes, I am. I am surprised by your reaction, but I am indescribably happy that it is so. You know we don't choose who we fall in love with. He knew I am from the first day that there is no such spark and no passionate love among you, and in me, it was born to her at first sight. She's the only one I allow everyone to touch me and know the whole story. He is still with me. "

’ 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."

"I’m tired of playing the supportive executive assistant and the secret mistress. I want to be Mrs. Cross. I want my name on the family estate, and I want to be the one standing beside you at the gala next month." "And you will be," Adrian whispered, his voice smooth as silk, dropping into that persuasive, intimate tone he used so masterfully. "I am already setting up the grounds for the divorce. But I have to do it right, Vic. If I pull the plug too suddenly, my mother will make a mess of the assets, and Amelia’s lawyer might start digging into things we don't want them looking at. I’m setting it up so that when the divorce hits her, she won't see it coming, and she won't have a single leg

"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.”

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.

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.