Ciara Divorce Novels & Stories

"I've come to bring you home." "Home?" I let out a short, dry laugh, my eyes full of mockery. "I think you must be confused, my lord. I am no longer the Lady Regent. You and I are finished. I have a perfectly good life here in the Southlands, and I have no need of your concern." "The divorce decree was a forgery." The words tumbled out of Edric in a rush, urgent and unsteady. "Felicity imitated my handwriting. It was never my intention. I never wanted to divorce you. Never.

“...Let's go home." Without sparing Ciara another glance, the two of them got into the car. Leaving Ciara standing alone. Surrounded by nothing, except the shredded remains of the divorce papers she'd been so certain would separate them. For the first time in years, Ciara lowered her head. She stared at the shredded pieces of divorce papers, each torn fragment felt like another piece of authority slipping through her fingers. Her hands trembled. Not with rage. With helplessness. She had spent years believing she could fix everything.

He pressed them with his thumb every few seconds like a small reminder that he was still holding himself together. I had watched him do that through bad dinners, failed deals, and every moment where the version of himself he’d built was at risk of showing cracks. He had done it the night of our third anniversary, too, right before he handed me the divorce papers. I hadn't understood it then. I understood it now. It was what he did when he was about to lose. The judge addressed the main question. Who was Victoria Hale, legally, and what did she own? She went through Lena's testimony, the fake co-founder document, and the counter-clause that Dr. Dale had found in my father's original agreement

"I'm going to keep her safe. That's my only job now." Isla seemed to accept that. She reached across the table. Took Lia's hand. "What happens now?" "I'm filing for divorce. Today. Catherine Morrison is handling it." "Morrison? She's expensive." "Caspian's paying for it." "Of course he is." Isla glanced at him. "You know the Whitmores are going to fight dirty." "So will we. I have evidence on Julian. Affairs. Embezzlement. Drug use. Enough to bury him."

“It’s going to be Christmas soon. Are you coming home?” Javier, who had initially thought Ciara had gotten into some sort of trouble, replied, “No, I’m quite busy with work right now.” Ciara answered with an “Oh” and sounded slightly disappointed. Thus, Javier very quickly added, “I’ll be home soon, probably in two months.” It was only at this point that Ciara returned to being the joyous girl she normally was. Then, she began to chat about what had happened in their family. “Uncle Arthur and Aunt Marjorie have filed for divorce. Zephiel’s going to be following Aunt Marjorie, but I don’t know where to. Neither Uncle Arthur, nor Grandpa seem to be bothered by this, which is so weird.”

Ciara “What?! You talked throughout the night?!” Tina screamed over the phone, the next morning as I drove off to work. I gave a short laugh as if it was nothing. “Just about some random things and besides we had some common things too as we’re both divored” But Tina was apparently skeptical. “Is that what we are calling it now? ‘common things’?” “Yes, that’s what it was” “You should totally date this guy, Ciara. I support you”

However, this offer was beyond belief. "We'll be filthy rich!" Ciara who contain her excitement shouted. Richard's gaze was fixed on Ciara. "You and who?" Ciara smiled. "Aren't I your fiancée? And since you're divorced, then that makes me the new CEO of Westwood Accessories." Richard shook his head negatively. "It won't be easy as you think since my parents planned this meeting and they aren't aware of my divorce with Sheila" Sheila couldn't hold back her anger. "Is it that you aren't bold enough to tell them that you are no longer together!"

Jaden reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, a touch filled with tenderness, "I know we've both grown and changed, but that doesn't erase the bond we have, Rita. And this time, I won't let go. Please, trust me one last time." Rita's heart skipped a beat as his words washed over her. She looked into his eyes, searching for the truth within them. "Jaden, what are you suggesting?" Jaden's grip on her hand tightened, his gaze unwavering, "I'll divorce Percy, Rita. It's clear that our connection runs deeper than we thought, and I won't let you face this alone. We'll make sure she faces the consequences she deserves." Rita's brows furrowed, uncertainty clouding her features. "Jaden,

A shuffling sounded as Maya handed the phone to her brother. For the first time after so many years, Kiara could hear his voice again. Cool, gentle, and soft as always. She’d been close with Maya’s brother before until after her marriage when Killian ordered her to cut contact with all other men for no reason. Kiara thought he’d done that to avoid any scandal, but didn’t Killian go and create the biggest scandal himself? “You have a valid reason for asking for a divorce, Kiara.” Greg’s voice pulled her to the present. “Are you sure you want no compensation?”

“Let’s be straightforward. It’s time we divorce. You and I are no longer happy with each other, Kierra.” My stomach dropped. “Sign it. I’ll give you ten million dollars to help your business—not that it’ll do much, considering your reputation is already tarnished.” My hands trembled, “Damian, are you serious…? You’re leaving me now? Now that our daughter is gone? In the moment I need you most—” “Lily is gone. There’s no reason for us to stay together. I have a new family now.” I sank to my knees, shaking my head. “D-Damian… please, I love you! You can’t do this to me!”