Ciara Divorce Novels & Stories

Cyril broke the silence just as I expected. He made more sense while he was quiet. I wasn’t shocked by his statement because I knew nothing good would come out of him. “For the record, Olivia isn’t your wife anymore because the last time I checked, you filed for divorce. Why are you sounding so pained, anyway? You already have Rene in your life. I see no reason you should be bothered by what Olivia does or who she’s with. Let me guess, you’re sick and tired of Rene already, aren’t you?” Adrian laughed mischievously, mocking Cyril.

"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.

The distance between Anabel and me had become so normal that sometimes I forgot she was even my wife. "Then why are you standing here wallowing and saying this isn't how things were supposed to happen?" Cierra shot back immediately. "You shouldn't even care whether she divorces you or not. She's worthless and of no use to you. She's just a piece of furniture that's been draining your money for years." "It's not that simple." The answer came out before I could stop it, and honestly, I hated that it did. Because as much as I didn't want to admit it, Cierra was right.

It wasn't the heavy, suffocating quiet of Rose's house, the one that was previously owned by my Rena, but it was just as cold. I walked into the study, threw my keys on the desk, and pulled up my personal laptop. I didn't log into our Group’s secure network. Instead, I accessed the private, unindexed server where I had kept everything related to Serena over the last years. Every legal document. Every financial transaction. Every scrap of paper from the divorce. I opened the digital scan of our final settlement. I scrolled past the division of assets she had refused to touch. I scrolled past everything until I stopped at the final page, looking at the signatures side-by-side. Underneath her n

“First of all… I’m dating another man. I can’t be with you again, Tristan. You have your precious mate who would die for you. Don’t think you can come back and… and fix spilled milk.” His jaw flexed. “How many times do I have to tell you I’m not with Livia? Do you see her anywhere in this pack? We’ve been separated since you divorced me.” “That’s not my business.” I looked away. “And for your information, you divorced me. Not the other way around.” “Oh come on, Yelena. You were the one who brought the papers. I didn’t intend to...” “Stop lying!” I snapped. “Yes, I brought the papers. But you signed them without blinking! I begged you. I begged you to reconsider. And YOU were the one who push

He kissed me in response, binding himself to me through marriage. Later, when Carla returned to Vera City, Jake first proposed divorce. The endless cycle of divorces and remarriages continued and gradually wore me numb.

“Well, that was the past, and now he is married to me.” Lucia nodded as her smile faltered for a second, but she didn't stop. Her voice faded into the background as I rolled my eyes, trying to figure out if Oliver really lied to me last night about work, or if it was when he left for work that Lucia called him. My heart sank into my stomach. Did he leave me on our anniversary night to go and pick her up? “Are you alright?” Lucia asked, interrupting my train of thought. “oh… Y.. Yes I'm good. Hey tell me about your flight last night,” I asked.

“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.