Divorce Finally Made Him Break Novels & Stories

She had patted his cheek and told him he was sweet and that he would grow old if he waited for her and that she was going to marry a handsome man and have beautiful children and never think about him again. And now here she was. Thirty five years old. Divorced. Broken. Back home with nothing to show for the past three years except a thousand scars and a heart that didn't know how to trust anymore. And he was coming. After years of waiting, he was finally coming. She wondered what he wanted. Did he want to see her fall apart? Did he want to mock her for the choices she had made, for the man she had married, for the life that had crumbled around her? Did he want to say I told you so and walk a

The vulnerability was still there, but a hint of his old, commanding self was back. "If you don't meet me, Elara, then I won't let the divorce papers proceed," he said, his voice sharp. "I will have my legal team fight the divorce. I will tie this up in court for years. I’ll make sure the proceedings never move an inch. Then let's see how you'll divorce." His words, that arrogant voice, made Elara clench her fists hard. She wiped her tears and spoke bitterly. "Stop all this, Nathaniel. Please, I'm tired of this now. Stop. Don't make me hate you more."

“Is it really too late? Divorced… for real?” Each word he forced himself to say felt heavy in his mouth, like something solid and painful that refused to pass easily. The finality of it pressed down on him in a way no business failure or public scandal ever had. This was not a deal he could renegotiate. Not a contract he could restructure. It was personal, irreversible, and entirely his fault. He did not hear the quick footsteps approaching until a small shadow fell across him. “Divorced?” The word was soft, trembling.

My CEO wife, Quinn White, and I have been married for seven years. She suffers from severe insomnia, and only the medicinal bath I blend can relieve her symptoms. On the night of our seventh anniversary, after I prepare her bath, she takes the initiative to check into a hotel room with her ex-boyfriend, Oliver Green, to play poker. Oliver sends me a photo to gloat and mock me. So, I toss the medicinal herbs into the trash, draft a divorce agreement, and send it to Quinn. After searching high and low for renowned doctors and suffering through innumerable sleepless nights, she realizes I'm the most important person in her life.

What was I thinking? No wonder he was always so hurt seeing me with Cedric. It was all my fault… “I… I had no idea…” My voice shook as I glanced down at my trembling hands, my eyes squeezing shut. Wasn’t this all too much information for a nineteen-year-old to take at once? What kind of stupid decisions did I make because I was grown up? “The divorce was finalized last month, when you were still in a coma. He couldn’t even face you again because you kept pushing him away.” She muttered and I let out a shaky sigh. “So right now, you both don’t owe each other anything. However…” “However…?” “Will you let him try to win your heart again?”

“You think I deliberately walked into everything?” “You did.” He stamps his foot calmly and repeatedly on the cold floor, looking up into the ceiling, head raised and lips tight, like a frustrated man I want him to be. “I walked into that marriage broken,” he finally says, and I made her a promise I couldn’t keep, and it fell apart inside a year.” He says it flat, not mincing words. “She filed for a divorce. Left. It’s been a long time since there’s been anyone in that part of my life at all.”

And I have to deal with that prude Tristan Brooke. That didn't sound fun to me. My phone blasted with a call as I was driving back home because I wanted to tell my family, and it was a call from the divorce attorney, so I picked it up. “What did you find? Was it a mistake?” “Your husband didn't finalise the divorce like he promised,” the man said from the other end of the phone, and I almost lost balance in the car hearing that. Tristan didn't finalise the divorce? But how?

“But I’m still going through with it.” I got a little confused when he said that. And I know that he noticed that because he smiled a little. “I’m going through with the divorce. It's final.” I looked at him carefully. “So this is really it.” He nodded once. “Yeah. This is it.” For a moment, neither of us spoke again. It didn’t feel painful anymore the way it used to. It just felt better and peaceful. I let out a small breath and smiled, “You’re finally doing what you should’ve done a long time ago.”

Faint smile appeared on his lips. “Anyway,” I murmured, “there is always an ending in every craziness. Just like in my case, I’ll divorce my husband after five months.” Krrkllllsssss! The loud sound of the breaking glass snapped me out from the drunkenness. I looked at the guy who accidentally broke the glass beside him as he stared at me with widened eyes. “You… You will divorce your husband?” he stammered and gawked at me as if his whole life defends on my answer.

How to move on from the past when it still made me scared? I was about to retreat to my room when I heard him, "Marry me then." Confused, I turned to find him on his knees, staring at me. "Marry me and then leave. You say I don't understand, then make me understand. Marry me and divorce me. Ruin me in thousand ways if you want. I don't care. Give me the biggest happiness I gave you and then shatter it." My phone slipped from my hands. "Do it. Ruin me. Break me." He diverted his gaze to the floor. "You've all right." How could I break someone who had become too much in my life? Had he gone mad? How could he even think I would marry and divorce him just for the fun of it?