Divergent Candor Novels & Stories

"Mommy is the worst! Get out of the way! You made us unable to see Ingy anymore!" I didn't even need a mirror to know how terrible I looked. Meanwhile, Corbin seemed to have known all along that things would end up like this. He was unexceptionally calm when he finally spoke. "This is fun, isn't it? You finally look as ridiculous as you behave. Oh, do you regret it now? If you really divorce me, your family will fall into ruin. So, stop acting like a clown and—" "I'm divorcing you." I didn't have any energy in my limbs, and the back of my head was still throbbing in pain, but my voice was firm and steady. "I swear that I'll divorce you, Corbin Stallone."

Candice: “Who I go with has nothing to do with you. We’ve already signed the divorce papers. If you won’t go finalize it, that’s on you. As far as I’m concerned, we’re over.” She shook his hand off again. Kyle caught her wrist again. “Well, I’m not over it.” Charlie, standing nearby in the dark, clicked his tongue. “I’ve heard this dialogue three times already.” Sophia was exasperated. “If this were a novel, people would be accusing it of padding word count. One says ‘divorce,’ the other says ‘no divorce’ — loop it 10,000 times.” Charlie: “…” After a pause, he offered, “How about this — I’ll take Kyle, you take Candice.”

Fino a perdere tutti i tuoi sensi: Until you lose all your senses. Non ci sarà pietà, solo piacere: There will be no mercy, only pleasure

Oliver had abandoned him, and in doing so, he had severed his only chance to rise to the top of the ladder. My phone suddenly vibrated. Oliver's name flashed on the screen. For a brief second, I wanted to let the call go to voicemail, but in the end, I answered it. "You're still holding a company card under your name." He cut to the chase. "You need to cancel it." His voice sounded as calm, restrained, and businesslike as ever. If anyone had overheard us, they would've assumed we were merely colleagues who were tying up loose ends on a project, not a couple whose marriage had ended less than 24 hours ago.

Now, with the blue numbers of Charlie’s shell company still burned into his retinas, his forearm felt completely rigid. “Chloe is right,” Marcus said, his voice dropping into a flat, practiced baritone. “The merger requires absolute stability. The press cannot know about the divorce until the papers are finalized in ninety days. Until then, you stay here. Under my roof. Where I can see exactly what is happening.” Vanessa smiled, though her grip on his arm tightened slightly. “Of course. Whatever you need to feel secure, Marcus.” By afternoon, the penthouse had transformed into a psychological minefield.

Lycus’s soft voice played first: “I’ll come back to you soon.” Sandra’s sweet, scheming giggle followed. “Lycus, can I claim the Devotion Lattice tomorrow? Sundar’s identity would be perfect for our honeymoon story. I get to be Sundar, don’t I?” After a short pause, Lycus’s gentle, indulgent voice sealed all lies. “Okay. Tomorrow, I’ll announce you as Sundar.”

Candice shouted fuming in anger and slapping the table hard to stop him. "What!" Jonathan hissed in response looking at her unbothered. "Seriously! I won't sign this, Jonathan!" she warned, her voice echoing in his office as she tore the divorce papers. Jonathan, unperturbed, calmly called his lawyer for a new draft, which only fueled Candice's rage further. She roared in anger, wreaking havoc in his office, scattering papers and knocking over items. Despite the chaos, Jonathan remained indifferent and instead called security to have her removed from his office, watching dispassionately as they dragged her out.

Candice felt a suffocating pressure in her chest at Alex’s words. Sonia put on an act of kindness. She cast a reproachful glance at Alex and said, "Lex, why are you talking like this? Candice isn’t married to anyone. Why does it matter who she's with?" The smugness in her eyes turned into a playful expression, shining brightly on her face. "And besides, Candice is so beautiful, there must be plenty of people pursuing her. I even heard Manager Moreno say he likes her too." She glanced at Candice. "Candice, how about next time I introduce my senior to you? He's running his own company now, young and wealthy, and he just got divorced recently."

I barely spared him a glance—until he walked straight to my chair and bent down, whispering urgently. His voice was low. “Sir, you need to see this.” I flicked my gaze toward him. I didn’t like interruptions. Daniel knew that. If he was here, then it wasn’t just important—it was urgent. Without a word, I reached for my phone and unlocked it. The first thing I saw was the headline. “Woman Divorces Husband, Seen Leaving Michell Garcia’s Hotel Room.” My jaw locked. I scrolled down. The attached video was short, clipped together for maximum damage.

She nods to me. The melody crescendos, the theater's walls bending inward. Eden grips the dagger, trembling. "Don't," I say softly. He meets my gaze, tears carving paths through the gold sheen on his skin. "What if it's better? What if we *win* here?" --- **The Dissonance** The Cantor's voice booms. *"Choose, little king. A paradise composed, or a life *discordant*."* Eden raises the blade. For a heartbeat, I think he'll strike me-erase the storm, the venom, the weight of what we are. But he turns and plunges it into the mirror.