Divorce Finally Made Him Break Novels & Stories

Our marriage was crumbling before my eyes, splintered by his betrayal. The judge’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, her words final and unyielding. “The divorce is hereby finalized. Both parties are free to go their separate ways.” Separate ways. The words echoed in my mind as a cold fog of finality settled over me. I should have felt relieved, freed from the agony of a broken marriage, but all I could feel was the gnawing ache in my chest. Betrayed. Broken. For years, I had given Ethan everything—my heart, my trust, my soul. And he had destroyed it all with his infidelity.

"Enough! I want you to stop meddling, if I have to make the decision I'll do it when necessary..." Asking for a divorce was the final step, the end. It meant that the little that united them would be dissolved forever and he didn't want to do it. He found it hard to let her go despite everything; despite Leonard, despite Beverly and Harry, he felt that if he cut that bond with her there would be no turning back. He believed that if he cut it, he would bleed to death.

CHAPTER ONE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me It was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a

"And Ethan, he... he may not be your biological son, but he has always regarded you as his real dad. Can you really bear to..." "Sarah! A quick divorce is better than going through court proceedings." I firmly interrupted Sarah, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation. In court, she would be seen as the guilty party. Silently, she followed me into the law office. Afterward, holding the divorce papers, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. I calmly said goodbye to Sarah and turned away, finally closing this failed chapter of my marriage. Following the divorce, Sarah disappeared once again. Unable to find her and repay my $600,000 debt, David reluctantly sold his house.

I said and Liam turned his back to me only to hit the wall. I flinched when he suddenly looked at me and parted his lips. “It seems you already made up your mind," Liam asked with new vigor and I rolled my eyes. “A divorce will satisfy me, Liam, and you know we were both forced into this marriage," I said calmly, even though I sincerely wanted to marry Liam back then. The room fell silent, and if a pin should drop now, it would echo in the room. “Fine Emily. I will divorce you," Liam finally said, and I blinked my eyes repeatedly.

“I thought you wanted to divorce me a long time ago. I thought you might be very happy after divorcing me. I feared you might think of yourself as a child bride of the Spencer family, and only married me to repay our kindness. You’ve always been considerate of others. You keep everything to yourself and short change yourself. That was why I presumptuously made that decision. “I was wrong. After the divorce, I realized I couldn’t stand it. I could stand not having you around, I couldn’t stand seeing you with other men. How could other men have you? You’re my woman, and I’m going to make things right! Just take it that I’ve really gone mad!” He had lost his mind, and was throwing caution to th

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

The last scandal that broke out over his divorce had done quite a bit of damage to his reputation. Who knew that Rachel was so stubborn and refused to be with him again?

"Yeah, right. Someone who doesn’t look like you—your cousin? I don’t believe it." That was the last straw. I finally said, "Let’s get a divorce." The moment I uttered those words, his face drained of color. He stared at me in shock, his grip on my wrist loosening as disbelief washed over him. "Divorce?" he repeated softly, stunned. Feeling a newfound boldness, I continued, "I can’t keep doing this. Max, I want a divorce. I’ve had enough of your nonsense." His eyes widened with shock, and for a moment, I saw vulnerability in him. He muttered under his breath, "Divorce..."

“I'm broken, okay? That's why. I can't deal with serious commitment. I just can't.” “You're not broken, but if you say so, why? And don't tell me it's just surface commitment issues. What happened?” “I've been distant from my family, if you noticed. They gave me shit for divorcing my ex husband. Oh, I also had a miscarriage once. It killed me.” “What?” He sounded surprised but at the same time, he wasn't trying to freak out so I would remain comfortable. Damn him for being such a sweet boy. “Your mum didn't tell you I was once married?”