Divorce Has Never Felt So Good Novels & Stories

It was impossible not to love her the way I do. “Then share the good news with me, babe. I am listening.” She says, and I just could not wait anymore. I open my mouth to tell her the news. “Darling. Finally, my wife has signed the divorce papers. I am a free man now. At last. Do you know what that means to us? It means that we can do anything we want now. I am no longer a married man. I can do anything I want with you, darling. I am so happy.” I say.

I could kiss my best friend right now right in the lips!! Only, I'm not gay and she would probably kill me. If I did that, she would definitely definitely definitely murder me. She was the epitome of pretty hurts "You deserve to be spoiled,” Ruth insists, thrusting a gift card for a spa session into my hand. Her no-nonsense stare silences my protests before they even begin. “Go,” she says firmly, “and let yourself feel good for once.” Forty, divorced, and starting over—I never thought this would be my reality. The ink on the papers is barely dry and the weight of an unhappy marriage finally lifted.

“So, you can come in and take your things without bothering him. At least you can keep what little’s left of your dignity, because as Derrick said, I’m magnanimous like that.” “Oh, however can I thank you,” I snarked. “No need to thank me, just get lost as soon as possible,” Jade smiled beatifically, and left, having the last word. I waited a couple of minutes before paying for my drink and leaving the coffee shop. When I stepped out into the sunlight, holding the divorce agreement in my hands, I was dazed. The day had finally come. I never realized it would be this soon. It was finally over. Even though I felt sad, especially for my past self who had so many hopes and dreams of being loved,

MONIQUE “How does it feel to be free and divorced?” Marcus asks me. I smile back at him, lowering my shades over my face. “Feels fucking fantastic,” I tell him. And I mean every word. He chuckles softly, studying me like he’s trying to memorise this version of me, the one who survived. “Sorry I couldn’t be there,” he says. “How was it?” “It was the best thing I have ever had to see,” I reply. “I would have loved it if he were there, just so I could see the look on his face when he found out I got nearly everything.”

“It’s not about you. It’s me. I’m the one being weird.” We eat in comfortable silence for a minute. But Percy isn’t one to let things slide. He dabs his mouth with his napkin and leans in again. “Talk to me, Lyssa. What’s going on in that head of yours? You look like you’re a million miles away.” I sigh, setting my fork down. “The divorce being final. I fought for it, literally. The arguments, and now… now that it’s done, I don’t feel anything. I just feel empty.” I say, no need to lie.

She walked past him and he followed quickly after her. "You don't look good, Sydney. Are you okay?" He asked earnestly. "Leave me alone. I don't want to talk with anyone, just leave me!" She ran a hand through her hair and cried uncontrollably. Everything was a mess now. She used to laugh during meetings with divorced women when they'd discuss how their marriages were nothing to write home about. She never imagined her case would be worse. Didn't Gavin stop to think about how it'd make her feel?

Her hands trembled so badly that the paper almost slipped from her hands. Esther forced herself to pay attention, her eyes reading across the first line. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Esther’s chest pounded in her ears. Her chest tightened, and her breath caught. Divorce? Is he divorcing me? No… this can’t be real. Not after everything she has done. Not after all the love she gave him. Not after she carried his children in her body. Her tears spilled instantly, wetting the page. She blinked hard, hoping the words would blur away into something else. But they weren't.

Morgan's house was not very small, but she had lived in very few places. "We are divorced." Natalie said calmly, "Boss Morgan, have you not forgotten what you said?" Samuel's throat choked, his fingertips tightly gripped the coffee cup, his voice cold: "I have not forgotten." Natalie calmly took a sip of coffee and calmly replied: "It's okay, as long as you don't forget. Now that we are divorced, everything about your house has nothing to do with me. I don't have any conditions; I will not return."

“He packed up his shit and left my mother. I feel bad for her, and a little traumatized by the fact the divorce is actually real, but he deserves a better life. Hell, we all do where she’s concerned.” The bar was packed with people, but it always was during Friday afternoon happy hour. Sometimes the rest of the office would join them, but today they’d found a quiet table in the corner to sneak away to. Mandy wanted time with just Gina. “My parents have always been in love and really good to each other, so I can’t imagine, but kudos for your day, I think.” She laughed and nodded to Mandy’s glass. “Drink up. You haven’t touched that Mai Tai yet. It ain’t gonna drink itself.”

To get over a old lover, I need to be under a new one. “Hey gorgeous.” I smiled, my words a little bit slurred but I don’t care. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He said, finding his way around my hips pulling me closer. I should pull it away but today I felt rebellious so I only smiled at him. “Well I am getting divorced, I can't help but feel happy.” “Oh really. It must suck for that fella. Because he just lost the most sexiest woman I have ever set my eyes on.”