Divorce Finally Made Him Break Novels & Stories

I was done being pushed to the sideline and insulted. Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched his lips finally move. “You want a divorce?” He muttered, his voice pitched with surprise. I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes.” The color drained from his face, and a scoff escaped his lips. He parted his lips, slammed them shut, tossed his head left and right before facing me again. His eyes were wide with rage, but it didn't change the decision I had made. “I want a divorce, Jason Ashford!” I blurted, my voice firmer than before.

The night the divorce finalized, Nathan had been driving home in a dark mood when he'd crossed paths with Cassidy on the road. Her car had pulled over ahead of him. He'd noticed it parked on the shoulder, and Cassidy had called out, "Brother Nathan, my car broke down. Could you give me a lift?" He'd let her in. Reading his mood carefully, she'd ventured, cautious, "Brother Nathan, I saw everything online. Don't let it get to you. She left because she doesn't know what she's giving up." He had, of course, already seen the trending topics himself. The image of Wendy moving on with Julian so immediately after their divorce had left his head pounding with fury.

The finality of their divorce hit him harder than he could have ever anticipated. The day of the meeting drew near, and Benedict couldn't help but feel regret, that voice in the back of his head reminding him he had lost something priceless. Business success would never be enough to fill the void left for Sabrina. Benedict leaned back in his chair, the weight of his thoughts pressing down as reality, in its miserable form, sank in with him. The divorce papers had finally been signed; Sabrina was out of his life officially, and his heart ached for every passing moment. His company had recovered, yes, but at what cost to himself? He had given away his marriage, his love for success at work. Bu

Damn! He broke her heart to pieces, and now he wants her back. A muscle in Alex's jaw twitched as profound sadness and guilt assailed his senses. He had already lost his wife; he might as well accept the painful truth that everything that happened in their life was a by-product of his stupid mistake. He can only blame himself. He finally gave up. "Alright, let's proceed with the divorce. Maybe it's the best decision for us," he said sadly.

They got intimate? "Damn it.".he gritted between his teeth. Why would they make out when they had just few weeks to go? He'd been so happy when his informant reported that they barely lived like couples in the house. It gave him hope that Adira wouldn't have a difficult time moving on when they divorce. So, why the hell were they getting intimate with just little time left? He rose to his feet, inserting his hands in his trouser pockets and pacing round his office. What if they become too attached and cancel the divorce plans?

But at the same time, the thought of losing him forever was more than I could bear. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the judge rendered his decision. He granted the divorce, citing irreconcilable differences and the breakdown of trust in the marriage. As I left the court room, tears streaming down my face, I couldn't help but wonder what my life would be like without Damon by my side. Would I ever find happiness again, or was this the end of the road for me?

his cold voice broke my heart into pieces. "I have already signed the divorce papers so you have just two days to sign your part and leave my house." He informed me and left without looking back, leaving me shattered and broken.

I lowered my head, avoiding his gaze. He scoffed. "I would have protected you. But it seems like you really want a divorce, don't you?" I nodded silently. “My lawyer will review the terms and have them sent back to you.” He muttered, turning away from me. The last turn the driver took pulled up in front of my apartment. Bryan's final words shook me. He looked really broken and defeated. The spark fell from his eyes. All my life of existence, I’ve never seen him look this broken.

her eyes watered with tears melting my heart. “I—” Her voice cracked as she sucked in a deep breath. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, staring at her shoes before her eyes flickered back to mine, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile that faltered. “I think we should divorce,” My world stopped tilting. “Whatever this is between us makes no sense. I appreciate everything you’ve done to help me and every effort you have taken to find my daughter. I would leave first thing tomorrow morning, get an apartment and I can pay you back if you want so I don't feel indebted to you,”

I didn’t even have to growl. Maybe he thought the divorce was temporary. Maybe he thought I’d come crawling back once the dust settled. But I wasn’t that kind of she-wolf. Divorce meant done. Final. No take-backs, no do-overs. And I wasn’t about to refuse what I rightfully earned. At home, after a nap, I sat at the table with my family and laid everything out. The betrayal. The divorce. Becky’s miraculous pup. The part where I almost choked on a breadstick while reading his “blessed” Facebook post?