Divorce Dilemma Novels & Stories

"Mom, it's not as simple as you make it sound." "How is it not simple?" "Because Din and I are getting a divorce soon. I don't want this kid to grow up in a dysfunctional household." "So don't let it remain in a damaged home. Jessie, there isn't a problem you can't solve. If you and he share the same sentiments, you can continue to be married to him and strengthen your bond." Can she actually pull that off? Can she save her marriage to Din Cooper? … "I can't understand women." Din took his third alcoholic drink and turned to face Williams.

Charlotte asked, "Gregory, what are you talking about? We're husband and wife! How could we be strangers?" I knew she was panicking. She couldn't even remember what she had done today. I let out a cold laugh, my mouth twisting with contempt. "Charlotte, we got divorced today. We're not husband and wife anymore." The moment I said it, the unease surrounding her grew heavier. I didn't want to waste another word on her, so I turned to leave.

Thankfully, the school had to send an email assuring all parents that the kids would be well taken care of before dahlia finally relaxes. “So, what are you going to do about the scandals going on about marigold?” Dahlia is first to break the silence and it’s as if she had read my thought. “I’m considering divorce.” I blurts out with no hesitation. “Divorce?” Shock is evidence in dahlia’s tone, like it’s absurd for me to want to divorce marigold. “Like I said before, my marriage to marigold had been a mistake. There’s nothing that can fix our marriage again. I can’t let her continue to ruin my image.”

Cecelia’s mind raced and quickly listed out the pros and cons. There was no guarantee that marriage would work out even when both parties were in love, let alone for the two of them. Despite being married, there were no fanciful feelings between the duo. Who was to say when they would split and part ways? Should they get divorced in the future while having a thing going on, the child, if she gave birth to any, who would be subjected to the greatest harm. The more Cecelia thought about it, the more adamant she was against being rash and impulsive. She was going to ignore it, regardless of how moody he would seem.

Or maybe I was imagining it. Maybe I wanted to imagine it. “Divorce is a strong word,” the counselor said finally, his tone even and unreadable. “Why do you feel that way?” Joe scoffed. “Why? Because she obviously doesn’t know what she wants. She thinks leaving will solve her problems, but she doesn’t realize what she’s throwing away.” His knee pressed into mine again, harder this time, like a warning, making my throat lock up.

The inane chatter only helped to solidify my feeling of hope; this had to be a nightmare, now. "Hard thing, getting divorced," he said quietly. Even dreaming, I got the feeling that he was still evaluating me. I got the feeling he had started evaluating me as soon as I'd come in and never really stopped. "I should know. I've gone through it twice already not to mention all of the cases I've taken over the years. I've seen it all; cheating, arguments, abuse ... So why do you want to dissolve your marriage?" "Irreconcilable differences," I murmured as I'd rehearsed; I'd sat in my dream hotel room, in front of my dream mirror and rehearsed a dream speech I was going to make to this dream lawyer

His tone was as casual as ever, carrying his usual confidence and arrogance. "I forgot to tell you that the judge’s schedule is still a month out. The lawyers can withdraw the divorce filing at any time. If you want to reconsider, it’s not completely off the table, but you’d better do something that satisfies me. "For example, volunteer at Olivia’s research center. Make a public gesture. Let the outside world know you’ve reconciled. The family can’t afford to lose face." His voice remained calm and assured, as if he were certain I couldn’t leave him. He seemed certain I couldn’t let go and wouldn’t dare escape the palm of his hand. It was as though he were certain I would eventually compromi

“I can’t imagine how you must be taking this divorce.” I scoff. “I’m yet to process it, you know? From divorce to getting married to you, to working for you. I’ve not settled down to actually think on it. Plus…” I pause. “Stefan’s making it pretty hard to.” “How so?” “He’s riling me up, Micah. At the courthouse, over the phone last night. I’m too pissed to actually think about our divorce with a clear head, I’m too pissed to process my loss—”

Got a boyfriend? Charlene hesitated before responding, "I'm married." She was on the verge of getting divorced, but she chose not to share too much about her private life with Abelard and Hickey. Hickey and Abelard both were fairly taken aback. However, these weren't your typical dudes. A flash of emotion appeared in Charlene's eyes when she revealed that she was married, indicating that there were problems in her union. In other words, a divorce may be imminent. Their sons may yet have a chance, hmm. Many women from wealthy households aspired to marry into the Watson or Ramirez families. Daughters from wealthy families were often not able to enter the Ramirez or Watson homes, and a divorced

He had said, “All I had to do to trick you was get some trinket from a roadside shop. Kendra, you’re so gullible and cheap!” That was when I knew that Terrence had not changed. He had only gotten tired of pretending. I hung up and went to the law firm where I had an appointment. After the lawyer who received me asked about my situation, he looked hurt. “Ms. Mercer, I think you know very well how things stand. With the Fulton family’s standing in society, it’s practically impossible that you can have an amicable divorce.” Of course, I knew that. That was why I was willing to give up every right that was afforded to me.