Divorce Happy Birthday Ex Husband Novels & Stories

His fingers were cold, but his touch carried the weight of all the words he had never said. Tears streamed down his bloodied face as he began to cry, each sob wracking his broken body. “My deepest regret right now, Julia,” he said, his voice barely audible, “is divorcing you… letting a rare gem slip through my fingers. I was a fool to let you go and felt I could get you back.” His hand slid slightly down her cheek as his strength began to fail. “I hope… I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me,” he whispered, his voice cracking with sorrow. “Forgive your ex-husband… Logan Steele.”

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

I had never been more happy to see him! “Oh, Richard!” I cried. “Today has been one of the worst of my life. I’m so glad you’re here,” leaning into his shoulder. “I keep hoping it’s all a nightmare!” It hit me then like a gut blow to the stomach during a boxing match…Fred had divorced me…on my 27th birthday. With all the ongoing drama today I had completely forgotten. Did Fred remember? I couldn’t help but think, and the emotions washed over me again.

[Breaking: Price Family’s Eldest Son Caught with STDs, Ex-Wife Furious—Three-Year Marriage Finally Ends! “Wait, is this for real? My idol’s fallen from grace!” “Sympathy for the ex-wife, a hundred times over. Ladies, be careful who you choose!” “OMG, when did he get married? And when did they divorce? I’ll pay a thousand for someone to tell me what happened!” ***

Miss Grace shifted beside her, lowering herself onto the couch properly this time, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched. “What happened?” she asked gently. Ava’s lips parted, then closed again. Her fingers curled loosely against her palm, then opened, then curled again. “It’s…” she started, then stopped, her gaze dropping from the ceiling to somewhere in front of her. Miss Grace didn’t interrupt. Ava drew in a slow breath, this one steadier, though it still carried the remnants of what had just passed. “My ex-husband,” she said finally, the words careful, like she was placing them down one by one. “He took a loan.”

No explanation of mine will make him change his mind. An idea popped into her mind. She grabbed Caleb's face catching him off guard turned his face towards her and kissed him on the lips. Anthony was dumbfounded. "Dear husband soon-to-be ex-husband sign the papers this time because if you don’t, I am going change men every day. I doubt it will be good for your reputation that your wife has a new man in her bed every day. If you don’t want people to talk finish this hollow relationship. So, both of us can move on"

For her, being able to marry the man she loved was more than enough. Cristian chuckled softly. “No. She’s too stupid.” Natalie’s chest tightened. “I’m just afraid,” the woman continued. “What if someday you end up loving her after she gives you a child?” “That won’t happen,” Cristian answered without hesitation. “After she gives birth to a child for me, I will divorce her. I married her only as a tool so she would give me an heir.” Natalie’s breath caught. “Are you sure?” the woman asked again, sounding uncertain.

"Of course not, Grandpa Richard. How could I ever forget your name? And yes, I'm staying with Damian at the moment." "Good, good. Then I assume he has already told you that my birthday is tomorrow, right? Your gift is the one I've been looking forward to the most, Ariana. I want you to hand it to me in person," Grandpa Richard said cheerfully. A wave of sadness swept over me. He still had no idea that Nathan and I were officially divorced. "Ariana, are you still there? Did you hear what I said?" Grandpa Richard asked… "Ah, yes, Grandpa Richard. I heard you. I'll ask my boss for a day off so I can attend your birthday celebration," I replied.

It seems Arianna doesn't know the whole story and she wasn't ready to talk about it now. Tyke placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “No, no, no. Wait. Hold on. You, you were married to Massimo freaking Hollingsworth? And you’ve been here, broke, hiding, drinking our expired soda like the rest of us? My chest! It’s cracking open.” “Were! Idiot.” Arianna snapped. Katherine groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Kat… what happened between you two? Why’d you leave? Why the divorce?” Willow, who has been quiet asked.

She smiled, chit chat with the lady beside her as well as Richard. Finally, Brad couldn't take it anymore. He got up to his feet. They were on a long dining table with the rest of the guests on separate seats. But this particular one was like for special guests. Brad didn't need to take the mic to announce. These people were just enough. "It's such a pleasure to meeting all of you, really." He began to say. Maria flashed a murderous stare but he went on anyway. "A lot of you may not know this, but that young lady beside Mr Richard is none other than my ex wife."