Ciara Divorce Novels & Stories

“Mother… does she really hate me?” “She doesn’t hate you, Bastian. She’s mourning the son she once knew,” Casandra replied. She opened the folder and pulled out an official document. “This is our divorce decree—granted in absentia by the court. As of today, legally and spiritually, we are strangers.” Bastian stared blankly at the paper. His name and Casandra’s were now separated by a cold legal seal. “You really erased me from your life?” “You erased yourself the moment you left me lying on that concrete floor,” Casandra answered, her voice sharpening slightly. “Every fracture in my bones that night was another nail in our marriage. You didn’t just betray me as a wife—you betrayed your own h

she apologized. "It's fine. I wasn't ready to do it either. I was still contemplating" she explained. Cia moved closer to her, Vanessa allowed Cia hug her tight. "I'm so sorry that all these bad things happened. I wish there was something I could do. Maybe knock Manuel into regaining his senses and remembering you" "No, Ciara. It's fine, I guess this is my fate with Manuel. We aren't bound to be together " Vanessa escorted Cia outside her apartment, and after Cia left, Vanessa went for the divorce papers.

Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she slowly turned in a circle, absorbing the space around her. Just a few hours ago she had been standing in a ballroom filled with hundreds of people, smiling guests, glittering gowns, and expensive champagne. Her ex-husband had stood across from her. Victor Hale. One of the city’s most respected businessmen. After five years of a marriage of convenience together, he had handed her divorce papers. In front of everyone. Aurora exhaled slowly. The memory still felt unreal. She had signed the documents calmly, refusing to give Victor the satisfaction of watching her fall apart.

“That’s not true.” “Oh, but it is. Their agreement is coming to an end very soon. And if I’m not mistaken, the lawyer has already served the divorce papers.” Harold’s grin widened. “That marriage was never built on love, Just a business arrangement. A script, Damian and Lira. She’s damn good at acting.” Leo’s heart pounded, he didn’t want to believe it. “She’s married,” he said in a shaky voice. He didn't want to believe what Harold had just said.

I had to pull the phone away from my ears to make sure I was talking to Jacob Milan because there was no way that he would say something like that, not after everything that happened in our dead marriage; no, he can't be right” Jacob, I don't know what you have been smoking lately, but I want a divorce, and that's finally “I told him before hanging up the phone. And Lucia walks in with a bottle of red wine and two glasses, grabbing it from her. I pour myself a healthy pour because I still can't believe he would say something like that. How dare he say, he might not want one, no, he ain't got no right to say that to me. “What's going on? I left you for just a minute. Who got you so upset?” sh

There was an uproar among the crowd as some of them asked among themselves, “Wasn’t he the one who just got divorced? How can he move on so suddenly?” One of them asked in a confused tone. “Is it not on the net that his ex-wife almost took his daughter’s life? Why is he letting him marry her?” Someone else asked. “How unbelievable!” another one added.

After all, the evidence was spreading all over the internet, and it wouldn't be easy for them to turn the tables. After taking a shower, Zack finally returned my call. "Anna, enough is enough!" I pretended not to hear his angry words and directly asked, "When can we go to the civil affairs bureau to get divorced?" There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Do you really want to divorce me?" I scoffed, "Zack, do you think I still care about a cheater like you?" Zack was indeed enraged. He said fiercely, "Anna, don't come begging me to remarry later! See you at the civil affairs bureau tomorrow at nine!"

I whispered. “Shut up, you whore. I am glad I never opened my heart to you. I will never do so anyway.” Victor fired before throwing a file that Dorcas handed him.“Those are the divorce papers. You don’t need to sign them. Our marriage wasn't even registered. As far as the law is concerned, we were never married.” Tears streamed down my face. I had been deceived the entire time. Victor then turned toward the door. “Take her away. She has tried, time and again, to hurt my fiancée.”

He couldn’t even be properly mad at her claim. He hated that she still had an effect on him as she strode in, even when he knew she was out to draw blood. He hated that she knew the truth and was playing with him like she didn’t know. He loathed that she was saying that she and Malcolm were still married. The courtroom roared in more shock, the faces of everyone including the judges twisting, as the words ‘married’ and ‘divorced’ shot through the crowd like sparks. ‘The Meyer heir, Malcolm, married Zoe, the former heiress of ANCLAIR and the owner of ZOELVA? They are divorced? And no one knew? They were not just business partners?!’