Divorce Finally Made Him Break Novels & Stories

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”

After my family goes bankrupt, my father uses dirt on the Holt family to blackmail Sebastian Holt into marrying me. Because of this, Sebastian hates me with every fiber of his being and kicks off a whole new era of creative cruelty once we're married. He makes me wait on him while he hooks up with other women. He lets his buddies mess with me however they want. He even tried to get me killed for the sake of his precious true love. When I finally reach my limit and ask for a divorce, Sebastian tosses a stack of photos of Isaac Stark and me in my face and flips the . "You were keeping a pretty boy while you were married. If you want out, then you walk away with nothing," he snarls. He's c

“How are you feeling? Really?” I thought about it for a moment. How did I feel? “Satisfied,” I answered finally. I felt satisfaction leaving that house for good and it probably made me a bad person when several other people would be hurt by my decision. “And it feels strange to say that when I should probably be hurt. This is a man I used to love.” “You spent years hurting from that marriage, Mel. I think you’re just tapped out.” That was probably true. I’d been checked out for a while even before my last miscarriage but his attitude towards it broke something in me that he could never fix, even if he tried. So by the time the divorce was final, I realized I had nothing to lose and everythin

We sat side by side high in the stands, looking out over the whole circuit as the lights came up. "On that corner today, you drove with a kind of reckless edge. Like you didn't care if you lived." I gazed at the brightly lit finish line in the distance and, as if something moved my mouth on its own, I said it. "I'm getting a divorce." Hunter Holt showed no surprise at all. He just turned, looked into my eyes, and said the thing that broke me wide open. "Then these eight years must have been hard on you." My nose stung. I sucked in a sharp breath and forced the tears back down.

On the morning Serena Voss discovered she had won the most prestigious architectural contract of her career, she drove home to share the news with her husband. She found him in bed with her cousin instead. He handed her divorce papers before she could speak. That same night, broken and stripped of everything, she drove straight to her mother's door and learned the betrayal in that bedroom wasn't the only thing the Voss family had taken from her. They had taken her father, too. So Serena stopped asking people to believe her. She stopped waiting for justice to arrive on its own. She stopped leaving doors open for people who had burned down everything she built. She disappeare

A long while passed before he carefully asked, "Did you really get a divorce?" "Don't you already know the answer?" I thought to myself. I would truly be a fool if I still hadn't figured out what was going on. It was highly likely that Dad had done something for Elena to suddenly agree so enthusiastically to getting a divorce. But it didn't really matter whether he had or hadn't gotten involved. At the end of the day, he had simply expedited the process of my seeing the Cliffords for who they truly are. I sat down next to Dad and had a peaceful heart-to-heart with him for the first time. "I was wrong, Dad. I'll listen to you from now on."

"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.

Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce. That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?" The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake." Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend. I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm ar

But everyone else, of course, assured him that the steaks had been perfect. “What’s going on with you, Carey?” Anja asked from across the table. It made Carey look up from her plate. “Oh, I’m okay,” she said. “Now that the divorce is through... It was pretty hard for a while, but now–” She paused for a moment, lost in thought. “Of course, we should have never gotten married in the first place. But when you’re young and stubborn and your Dad tells you that you absolutely can’t, then, I guess, you just have to. At least we didn’t have a kid. That would have been a real disaster.”

Not when things had already gone down hill and everything was a whole mess. “After seeing him so determined even when beaten up to more than a pulp to almost been frozen to death. It's clear he didn't break. He's mad for you Sierra and if he can withstand all of that, then he won't let you have that divorce.” Christian's words made sense and even I knew he wouldn't agree so easily. But I had decided that this would be for the best. This would be the start.