Divergent Jeanine Novels & Stories

Violent, irrational, possessiv, and jealous. Jealous. The word alone made me want to slam my head against the steering wheel. I had no right. None. Not after what happened. Not after the divorce., not after she believes I turned off the machines, not after Angela. My jaw locked so hard my teeth hurt. And yet… when Elena spat venom at me tonight, accusing me of ruining her life, when she screamed that I had no right to touch her anymore— It destroyed me. More than I wanted to admit.

Chapter 39 - That`s why he divorced her? Jeanine had, just had a long exhausting day. Her perfume collection called French Delight, had just dropped. As always she had to attend the opening party and sit at one of the stores giving out autographs and selfies to anyone who bought. This was her life, she quite enjoyed it. She wouldn't have any other way. Jeanine loved that many people especially young girls admired her. She was a mentor to young models who wanted to be as successful as her in the industry. Jeanine dropped her Versace bag on the lounge table as she made her way into the colossal kitchen. She caught a glimpse of her husband wearing a kitchen apron and-

EMERGENCY CLAUSE INVOKED. Her fingers trembled as she tightened her grip on the remote. “She took everything back,” Alice whispered. Across town, Veronica Duval read the same update in silence. She studied the replayed footage on her tablet—Jenna’s posture, the faint scars visible at her neckline, the steadiness in her eyes. “So the island didn’t break you,” Veronica murmured. Her smile was thin. “It sharpened you.” ——— Later that evening, Jenna stood alone in her penthouse, city lights stretching endlessly beyond the glass.

Lilly I couldn't get my mind together The thought of marrying Sabistan, my ex-husband's uncle, wasn't it for me. I seek revenge but I am better off alone. I am currently divorced, hated by my family and even my twin sister. I have a child in my belly without a father. I can't even get to remember who I was with that night and now this? I really need to leave here and truly understand what it means to be free and think.

Vivian whispered, stepping closer, her voice filling with a sick, venomous satisfaction. “She loved him, Darien. She worshipped the ground he walked on. Look at the rest of the photos. She still keeps his letters. She still visits his old apartment building. She is completely obsessed with him, and she will never move on from him. She can't love you. When you hold her, when you force her against the wall, when you kiss her until she’s breathless… she is visualizing him.” A hot, ugly surge of primal, suffocating jealousy flared deep in my gut, making my jaw clench until the bone throbbed. Anger flashed behind my eyes.

Her voice faltered as her thoughts tangled. With worry in her eyes, Lucy urged her, "Calm down, Jane. Tell me, what did you see?" In a shaky whisper, Jane replied, "I saw Daniel with another woman." She paused, her voice dropping even lower. "I couldn’t see her face clearly—she had her back turned. But I saw them together, and it wasn’t just a casual meeting. They were close, full of passion, desire… even obsession." The words left her feeling both exposed and ashamed, especially after the divorce papers she had found earlier.