Did Ethan And Olivia Get Divorced Novels & Stories

God knows how this hospital would view a demon if Ethan saw Bradley as insistent as he is. -"I love Ethan! We're married, made for each other. Stop fucking up my life," I say through clenched teeth. I see the pain consuming him in his eyes. Bradley doesn't look in love, he looks sick. I highly doubt he really feels anything for me. He must be shaken by the breakup, followed by divorce. I walk past him, but before I can continue, Bradley grabs my arm. Holy shit! -"Let me go, please," I beg. I don't look at his face, I just focus in front of me.

"Let him be with whom he loves. I don't want to hold him back anymore." In my last life, after Ethan vanished in an accident, I searched for him for five whole years. I found him living sweetly with Hanna Schultz, who had taken him in. Against his wishes, I forced a hypnotist to restore his memories. The day he remembered, Hanna jumped off a building and died. From then on, a chasm opened between Ethan and me that we could never bridge. In my past life, the initial phase of our decade-long marriage had been filled with coldness. After I got ALS, he cared for me for seven years, feeding me, bathing me, praying for me, and seeking doctors for me.

"Elena? Do you know what time it is?" "Yes," I say. "I need you to draft divorce papers." That wakes him up fully. He studies my face like he's searching for cracks. "Are you sure you don't want to—" "I'm sure." Something in my tone convinces him. He steps aside. "Come in." The hours that follow move with a strange, deliberate rhythm. Paperwork spreads across the table. Pens click open and closed. Questions asked, answered, clarified. "Assets will need to be carefully outlined," he says, flipping through a document. "Given the scale of Cross Enterprises—"

“Argantara! We haven’t taken care of the divorce papers at the civil office yet!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the silent living room. My fists clenched, breaths ragged, eyes fixed sharply on my husband who was adjusting his work suit. Argantara froze mid-motion. His gaze darkened, piercing me with warning. “Devia, can you not talk about divorce in my mother’s house?” His voice was low, tense. “Do you know what will happen if she finds out we’re divorcing? I could be disowned!”

"Get to the point, Julian. I don't have time for games." I uncrossed my leg and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "Fine. Here's the point. Ethan pushed me and you out of the company and he pushed you out of his life too. We have both lost a lot of things because of him. But together, we can get it back." She frowned. "Get it back how?"

"Maybe when you both have a son, it'll be different." Olive and I exchanged glances before bursting into uncomfortable laughter. "What's so funny?" Nonna asked, looking genuinely confused. We looked at each other again. How were we supposed to explain to her that we were divorced and living together just because of our child. Nonna knew nothing about the custody battle before and she must have assumed Olive and I had put our differences aside to become a couple again. "We're divorced," Olive said before I could speak. "So?" Nonna asked like she had just mentioned the weather.

"He's among the committee for the project. We had an impromptu meeting this morning. Laura realized how much of a novice she'd been. A committee? She just thought automatically she would have became a committee being one of the highest investors in the project. "He's so sweet. I think you should get back together with him." Laura could not believe what this woman was saying. "He is married. He has a wife. Get back to him?" She was already starting to get angry. "He isn't married. That woman and Thomas? They're divorced." She said. They've been divorced since, I think a month ago? He even showed us proof. The signed divorce paper and all. I don't know why but he was so honest with us."

The final clip was the video I had recorded before leaving. “Dante, I can’t believe we’ve known each other for ten years.” “Seven years of loving you. Three years of marriage.” “I really thought that if I stayed long enough, you would eventually love me a little too.” “But some things can’t be earned no matter how hard you try.” “So I’m letting you go.” “And I’m finally letting myself go too.” I fell silent for a moment. Then I said only one last thing. “Dante Valieri, we’re divorced.”

"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.

I lowered my eyes and said softly, "Not really. It's just been a busy year. I'm a little tired." Ryland chuckled and reached over to pat my head, almost indulgently. "Perfect timing, then. We're finally on holiday. Get some rest. I'll take you to the Maldivis for a holiday." A holiday? By then, I wasn't even sure what our relationship would be. Going on vacation together wouldn't exactly be appropriate. I leaned away from his hand and pulled the divorce papers I'd already prepared from my bag, then I handed them to him. A flicker of confusion crossed Ryland's face. After all, he had initiated every previous divorce.