Ciara Divorce Novels & Stories

I was no longer needed now that Cecilia was back. Noticing how serious I was, his expression darkened with anger, and he glared at me. "Are you serious, Fiona? Fine. Let's get divorced. Whoever backs out is a coward!" With that, he grabbed his bag and stormed out the door. Three days had passed since that argument, and neither of us had contacted the other. If anything, he kept posting vague updates on social media. When I checked, most of them were photos of him and Cecilia. The two of them were practically made for each other; one was a scumbag, and the other was a bitch.

'Being addressed as 'the sister of Victoria' every time she made some progress is such a dirty feeling' Diana had been positively elated when Ethan McQueen had married someone else. For five glorious years, she'd watched Victoria wither like a flower denied sunlight. However, two months after she'd left to study in Italy, she'd heard of the divorce. Well it was to be expected, considering the wife was also a dirty golddigger, but she still was better than Victoria. 'And now dearest Victoria is hopping around like some lovesick puppy, trying to do everything to get back into Ethan's life haha.' Diana's smile widened. 'As though I'd let her.'

"One more thing. This divorce agreement alone won't be enough. Get someone to post past photos of her with Tyler and Howard. Find someone who often posts celebrity gossip so it won't look so deliberate." Cassandra was surprised to hear William's instructions. "William, are you sure you want to do that? Doing that will doom Rachel to a life of being lambasted by netizens, assuming she were alive. If she were dead, she'd be turning in her grave!" Everyone in Yurelia City would think that Rachel was flirting with other men and divorcing William because she had moved on from him. Her disappearance might just be her eloping with another man. Cassandra didn't like Rachel, but all she wanted was fo

"I can tell you emphatically that I have absolutely nothing to do with his plan to divorce his wife." "Since you are somewhat acquainted with him, can you perhaps make a guess?" "I'm afraid I can't. His private life is none of my business anyway and I know absolutely nothing about the state of his marriage." I was beginning to get heated up about all these intrusive questions, asked in a tone of sickening politeness. But I forced myself to remain calm. Ciara nodded and glanced down at the sheaf of papers in her hand. She pinned me with her stare. "Your daughter, Freya is ill and has been so for quite some time. How is she? And can you tell us the exact nature of her illness?"

I was exhilarated she loved them. "Ciara, I'm very happy that you and Denver have reconciled," the elation was clear. She expressed her sadness when she learned Denver and I broke up four years ago. Despite that unfortunate event in our lives, she did not blame me. She understood my reasons and said she has no right to intervene.

She whispered. I could do nothing because the feel of her against me was just too good. I looked into her blue eyes and all I had was want and need. "What, what is this?" Ariella's scream had me slowly looking over. "Fuck." I groaned as I grabbed Cecilia's back side and brought her closer. "Cecilia is pregnant. I think we should divorce." I whispered to Ariella slowly. "No." Cecilia's scream came right as Ariellas eyes began to bleed and she collapsed on the floor.

Noelle calmly replied, "No need for apologies, Mr. Lowe. This marriage was never built on solid ground. I only agreed to marry you because Xyla was not in the picture. "If it weren't for your resources to help find the culprit who harmed my mother, we would have divorced long ago. Now, all you have to do is give yourself a good reason to divorce me. "You came all this way to the Southern City, Mr. Lowe, only to waste time on your soon-to-be ex-wife. It's better to spend your time with Ms. Cadwell." Just as Noelle was about to depart, she stopped, as if recalling something. "Oh, by the way. I'll be back next week to finalize the divorce paperwork. We're keeping things simple. What's yours sta

Gia Rowan did three things after calming herself and sorting things out. Firstly, she transferred the company assets, leaving nothing she had earned through her hard work. Secondly, she filed for divorce. Thirdly, she went to find Cecelia Warren, who was pregnant. Cecelia still had that gentle and timid look. Her eyes instantly filled with tears when she saw Gia. "Gia, please don't drive me away. My husband ran off with the money. My child and I have nowhere to go… Please…" sobbed Cecelia.

By the time I moved to the bed I was feeling slightly more human. I lay there and looked at the ceiling and thought about what came next. Not about Edward. Not about Sandra or Margaret or any of it. Just — what came next for me. What I was going to do with everything I now knew. Because I could not unknow it. I could not go back to covering dinners and falling asleep on couches and telling myself the distance between us was just stress. I needed to talk to someone. I reached for my phone, and dialed Lisa's number .

Ciara's POV The divorce papers sat on my mother’s antique dining table. I stared at the crisp white sheets, my husband's signature already dry on the final page. Freedom. Or what should have felt like freedom. Instead, it felt... like a larger prison. So, this was the unpleasant surprise that made me catch a quick flight across the city like a crazy mad woman without informing anyone. I thought my mom was sick... I thought something bad had happened to our home... I thought...