Choosing First Love? I Divorce Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. I… I haven’t thought that far yet.” “But Miss Vanessa, how will you respond to these reports? Everyone—especially your fans—are waiting to see what steps you’ll take.” Silence lingered for a moment. Vanessa let the weight of the question hang in the air before giving a small, painful shake of her head. “You’re right,” she murmured, her lips curving into the faintest, bittersweet smile. “No. Divorce is not an option for me. I… I love my husband too much. My love is stronger than this pain. I believe there must be a reason behind what Daven did, a reason that shattered me. I choose to believe that, sooner or later, he’ll return to me.”

I had returned to the past on the exact day of my 100th failed IVF attempt. It was a little too late to stop the actions of my past, lovestruck self. Fortunately, I could still choose to live differently. I reached out and hugged Claire. “Never again. From now on, I’m only living for myself.” Claire was happy for me. To celebrate, she took me to the nightclub. As soon as the door opened, I saw two neat rows of tall and handsome young men. Each man had been groomed with a different style.

"I'm not going to divorce her. I do love you. But I know what she's given up for me." "I can't marry you, but I will always protect you. For the rest of my life." "I'll do everything in my power to lift you up." I hid behind the wall, utterly destroyed. Ten years of love, shattered in an instant. I'd lost my mother. I had nothing left. And in the end, it had all been a lie. What a joke. $500,000 -- that was the price of my hands. One marriage -- that was what cost my mother her life.

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.

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.

They knew I would not like them back or end up with them, they still threw themselves at me like the sluts they are. I enjoy the life I live so much, and I won't stop ladies from warming my bed, and that's because I do not believe in love. Heart breaks are real after all. After I decided to be faithful to one person, she broke me, so what else is there to love? I believe they are all the same, they are only after my money and I am after their body, it's vice versa, after being broken once, I do not have to open my eyes and see them cheat me again.

" I love you, I love you more than I've ever loved anything in this world. And I have to f****** have you, if not I believe I will go insane " " But Mom. . . " " Your mother will find someone else eventually, someone who loves her with all his heart. It wouldn't be fair to her if I remained in the marriage while not being in love with her. So I've asked for a divorce, once it has been finalized, you and I can make our relationship public. We don't have to worry about keeping it a secret anymore, do you want that baby girl?"

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.

It was what I reclaimed the moment I finally stopped trapping myself in a relationship. One evening, I stood on the high cliffs of Old Port, watching the lights across the sea blink on. In the distance, the church bells chimed seven times, and it suddenly reminded me of the bouquet from that wedding. Back then, everyone was waiting to watch me break down. They thought I would cry, throw a tantrum, or beg at Matteo’s feet for him to come back to me, but I didn’t. Instead, I handed the flowers to Livia and walked away. Thinking back on it now, that was probably the best decision I had ever made. Some bouquets should be thrown away the exact moment they landed in the wrong arms, and the same we

I understand that you love him and I know that he loved you too and the both of you had a good relationship behind my back . I love him too , he is my first and one true love. You don’t know the things that I have done to make sure that man was mine . I loved him, I could give my life to him , when he married me , I thought that it was all over. How can I believe that in the next 25 years he will serve me divorce papers after all that we have been through together . This isn’t the plan , that has never been the plan and you know it , I hate the fact that you don’t see it but your dad doesn't want me anymore .