Divorce Books Novels & Stories

Your comments were priceless, and I’m genuinely grateful for all that you’ve shared with me. If you didn’t know, this novel is Book 2 of “Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married a Billionaire.” It tells the story of Charlie’s parents, Adrian and Riley King. And just for your information, in book 1, Charlie and Taylor’s story is also attached there. Up next is Freya's story, Charlie's sister. You can also read my other books by searching for the titles below: The Wright Family Series (Each one is a standalone): Book 1: Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter’s Return

he continued. Ava’s chest rose slowly. “I am not changing.” “You are guarding something.” Ava exhaled. “Matthew…” His grip on the baby tightened slightly. “I saw documents yesterday.” Ava froze. Matthew noticed immediately. “They were inside a folder Clara brought,” he continued. Ava’s pulse slowed in a way that felt unnatural. “What documents?” she asked carefully. Matthew’s gaze sharpened. “The word divorce was written on them.” The air thickened, and Ava felt the sound of it more than anything else.

Maybe Marcus had finally decided to explain. My hands trembled as I opened it. My world stopped. The glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor. My body felt as though ice water had been poured through my veins. My eyes blurred as I read the words again and again, praying they would change. It wasn’t a love letter. It wasn’t an apology. It was a divorce letter. I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Tears streamed freely as I stumbled into the living room, fumbling through my bag for my phone. My hands shook so badly that I emptied everything onto the floor just to find it.

There were no photos on the walls of vacations we'd taken together because we'd never taken any vacations, no mementos from shared experiences because Clara had never wanted to share experiences with me, no inside jokes or special traditions or moments of genuine connection that I could look back on with fondness. Just five years of me cooking and cleaning and caring for someone who had never wanted my care, five years of loving someone who had never loved me back, five years of living in a house with another person while being completely and utterly alone. With a deep breath that made my ribs protest, I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out the copy of the notarized divorce documents

She criticized everything—how we looked, what we did—and we just took it! "On top of that, she has such a terrible temper. She'd go crazy at home and start hitting us. My son saw how hard it was on me at my age, so he decided to divorce her. And now, she's demanding we give her the house and one million dollars! She says if we don't, she'll haunt my son for the rest of his life! "I don't know what to do anymore. Please, someone from her company—talk some sense into her. They were married once. Please, just let my family go."

Our story. A story of survival. I set down the wine glass and opened the laptop. The document with my scattered chapters fills the screen. I close it and open a new one. My fingers hover over the keyboard. Then I type: THE DIVORCE CLAUSE The title feels right. Perfect, even. A story about contracts and clauses and the fine print of marriage. About what happens when you sign away your life and then fight to get it back. Daniel reads over my shoulder. "The Divorce Clause. I like it."

[Third-person POV] Sebastian held the divorce papers for a long time without moving. The division of assets was laid out clearly. She had taken only what was hers, not a single thing more. Her resolve left him bewildered. His chest tightened. This wasn't possible. How could Vivian really divorce him? Their families had arranged the marriage, and there were still so many business ties between the Grant and Ashford companies. They'd gotten along fine all these years. How could she leave out of nowhere?

she said. Daniel's expression shifted. "Charity, don't make this worse," he warned, lowering his voice. She ignored him. The first document she placed on the nearby table was the signed divorce agreement. "Daniel and I are divorced," she explained. "He signed the agreement willingly, and the document clearly states that neither party has any claim over the other's separate property." "That doesn't mean..." Daniel's mother began to protest. Charity laid another set of papers on top of the first.

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

like you had faced yesterday and on our wedding night . ( A soul freaking out terrified shivered ran down my spines as my brain soaked his words) . So , tell me are you going to sign them or not Make a wise decision ." he said giving me divorce papers and pen in my hand to sign them. I hold the papers in my trembling hands ... And took a deep breath to calmed my racing heart which was ready to came out by breaking my ribs. I saw the papers .. his signature on them .... This man ... Pufff