Divorce Finally Made Him Break Novels & Stories

He looked at his friend, who looked like he got his heart smashed by an anvil. " Did you tell her?" " Partially." " Stop hurting yourself, she belongs to another guy—" " They divorced." " In love, yeah." Brown eyes meet gray ones. Softens. " I'm sorry I hit you; I couldn't help it. You have such an attractive jaw." " I always knew you were jealous of my jaw, that's why you wanted to break it." They laughed. Short. " Looks like you finally decided to put the pains of the past aside. I saw the cabinet."

Had he finally untangled the knot in his heart? “He became a pitiful man after the divorce,” Kylan said, shaking his head. “He loved my mother so much that he couldn’t live without her. When she had an affair and left with his driver, he shattered completely. He even hated me, his only son, because I reminded him of the woman who broke his heart- the woman he couldn’t forget.”

I asked softly, though I already knew the answer. “Who wouldn’t?” he replied coldly. “Answer me properly!” I snapped, my frustration breaking through. “Yes. I believe her,” he said without hesitation. Then, as if my heart wasn’t already crashed, he added, “And sign the divorce papers.” Without another word or glance, he walked out and shut the door behind him. This time, I didn’t chase after him. I didn’t beg. Enough was enough. Even if I tried, would that be enough to change his mind about me? No. Not anymore.

he said but not unkindly I looked at him and for a second I saw the man he used to be the man who held me when life fell apart the man who kissed my forehead when I cried the man I once trusted more than anyone And then I saw the man he became The one I divorced The one who broke me The one standing now trying to fix something that might already be too far gone I didn’t move closer But I didn’t move away either He took a slow breath “We’ll get through this” he said quietly “I’m not leaving you tonight” I felt tears sting my eyes again but I blinked them away “You don’t have to stay” “I know” he said “But I want to” I looked down at my hands

He responded, his voice filled with sincerity. At that moment, everything else disappeared, the noise, the flashing lights, the crowd. All I could see was him. All I could feel was the warmth of hands against my waist. It was strange how life worked. The same man who shattered me was the same man who was picking up all the pieces and fixing me. When we initially got divorced, I never even imagined that we would ever cross paths again, let alone ending up together. I felt that our bond was broken beyond repair. But I was wrong. And to be honest, I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

“It’s Aaron. He doesn’t seem to want the divorce.” “WHAT? No way.” Cecelia couldn’t believe it. “You saw how crushed he was when his mom broke him and Ami up. He was a wreck, remember? And Ami left, married someone else out of spite—she never wanted that, she’s never stopped loving him.” That breakup had been messy, and everyone close to them had felt their pain. What should’ve been a happy reunion now seemed painfully complicated. Frank sighed. “I know. I get it. But at the end of the day, it’s up to them. Honestly? I don’t even know what Aaron’s thinking anymore.”

I followed like a ghost, my body moving while my mind stayed frozen in that doorway, watching them together. In the kitchen, he made coffee. The machine hissed and dripped while I stood there trying to remember how to breathe. He poured himself a cup. Didn't offer me one. Finally, he spoke. "I want a divorce." The words should have hurt. Should have devastated me. But I was already so broken that they just landed on top of the wreckage. "A divorce?" I repeated. The word felt foreign on my tongue. After everything, the miscarriage, the loneliness, the betrayal, this was how it ended? With him drinking coffee like we were discussing the weather?

“Who was it?” “I don’t know,” I whispered. “They didn’t say anything.” “Creepy,” she muttered. “Block the number.” I nodded, but my fingers didn’t move. For some reason, I couldn’t. When I finally lay down that night, I didn’t sleep. My head replayed everything: the slap, the divorce papers, the way he’d looked at me like I was nothing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face again and again.

stabbed into his heart like poisoned needles. He had just allowed himself to let go, to give in, to change his mind. Isolde had not said they were breaking up, yet those media accounts dared to spread rumors of his divorce everywhere. "To hell with the breakup meal!" Fury drained the color from his face. With a sharp crack, even the metal frame of the phone bent out of shape in his grip.

And in the end, he hurt me more with what he didn’t do than with what he did. The phone buzzes again, another call. I ignore it. I don’t want to hear his voice. Not now. Maybe never. But the fact is, I’ll still have to see him until the divorce papers are finalized. I get up and walk to the window. The city lights spread out like artificial constellations. It’s all so different from the mansion—no suffocating routine that forced me to wear masks all the time. A weight slips off my shoulders.