Novel & Cerita Divorce Books

Hi everyone🌸 I’m honestly shocked and so grateful for how you’re treating this book. My previous book, Divorce? His Biggest Mistake, didn’t get this kind of understanding; when the female lead gave (or almost gave) the male lead a second chance, many readers were upset.

But seeing the divorce papers, he knew she was serious this time. Nathan took the divorce papers, his heart sinking as he carefully read through them. When he reached the reason for divorce section, his heart dropped. Isabella had written: "The drastic differences before and after marriage have made it impossible to maintain the relationship, and we can no longer live together." Nathan’s mind replayed the moments before and after their marriage, the countless details of their interactions.

Thorne contacted Charlene around thirty minutes later as she was preparing to go for supper. Charlene responded, "Hello?," realizing he was contacting her to talk about the divorce. Have you eaten dinner yet? From the other end, Thorne inquired. Charlene paused. "... Not yet." "I assume your lawyer has briefed you on my decontent belonging to FindNovel," she stated succinctly. "He did," Thorne answered. "I don't mind if that's what you want. But Grandma requested that any modifications be discussed with her first after learning of our divorce and seeing the settlement.

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

"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 said slowly, “while she carries your baby somewhere else. You want both of us. You just want us in separate rooms.” His jaw twitched. He didn’t deny it. I gave a high-pitched laugh. “You had this planned—” “Yes.” “You had this planned when you sat down at that table an hour ago and asked me to be kind.” “Yes.” His jaw twitched. “Don’t make this longer than it has to be.” “I want a divorce.” Nate’s glass stopped halfway to his mouth. “Don’t be dramatic, Sabrina.” “You heard me, Nate.” “And then what?” His voice hardened. Just a degree. Just enough. “Your uncle is still at St. Catherine’s. Those bills don’t pay themselves. Your aunt’s apartment doesn’t have room for a housefly, let alone—”

“Take your divorce papers. “And remember this. “I’m the one divorcing you. “My parents treated you so well, and you deliberately misled me into letting them die. “I regret ever marrying you.”

At the reception desk, I overheard him mentioning my name to some colleagues, his tone carrying a familiar contempt. "You can't spoil a woman like Ellie, or she'll really think she can do whatever she wants! She forced me to buy that stupid house, so I refused to let her renovate it! Look, we didn't even spend that money. Divorce? Does she dare to divorce me? She's a haggard old woman. Who would want her after we divorce?" I felt only a strange calm while hearing this. No more emotion stirred within me. I placed the envelope containing the divorce papers at the front desk. "Please give this to Neil Young. Thank you."

He answered on the fourth ring. "I'm at the hospital." I kept my voice flat, calm. "Josie's condition is escalating. The Doctor found a treatment that could actually help her but we need to move on it quickly and I need, " "Stop." His voice bored in a way that had always made me feel like I was standing on ice. "Stop doing this." "Cole, " "You call me every time you want to delay the divorce. I'm not stupid, Gwen." The word divorce landed between us with its full weight.

Her eyes were red. "My husband and I almost divorced last year," she said when I called on her. "We had stopped choosing each other a long time ago. We were just... existing in the same house. After I read your book I asked him to go to counseling with me. We have been going for four months now. It is hard. But we are still here. We are still trying." I felt my throat tighten. "Thank you for telling me that," I said. "That is the reason I wrote it."