Divorce Has Never Felt So Good Novelas e Histórias

“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.”

Yeah, I was foolish enough that I couldn't even take care of myself. That's why I lost our child and my husband. Now, it seemed there was nothing left for me to lose. My lips parted, and the words finally came out. "Ryland, let's get divorced." His hand paused for a moment. Still, he didn't look at me. "Why are you bringing that up? Aren’t we already divorced? If you're in a hurry to remarry, we can move the date up a few days," he spoke quickly. Whenever he'd talked about things like this in the past, he'd always been calm and completely certain of himself.

"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."

That had been exactly the therapy I needed. "Immediately. I’ll just ask Kate to book the next available flight to New York," I responded. For once, I felt delighted about everything—especially Adrian’s assurance that my debts had been cleared. My holiday finally came to an end after Kate booked the next available flight to New York City. Adrian drove back to his apartment while I returned to the Penhurst Family Estate to unwind. It had been an unforgettable experience, one I would welcome again at the slightest opportunity. I felt more relaxed—ready to finalize the divorce proceedings. That was the only thing occupying my mind during the entire flight.

I reply coolly. His eyes flick over my face, reading more than I want him to. “I was under the impression you two were still attached at the hip,” he says smoothly. “Married last I heard.” The word married lands heavy between us and something in my chest twists. “We are divorced,” I say flatly. His eyebrows lift slightly not in shock but more like interest. “Is that so,” he murmurs. “That is unfortunate.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “For who?”

“Don't say anything; I know how.” Smiling, she goes, “Good, now what are you going to do about him?” Good question, “I'm still going through with the divorce and getting my freedom from the Milian family.” They treated me like garbage when I was married to him, and I don't want to go back to that. “ Oh my god!” she yelled excitedly, “I got it you two could start dating after the divorce” Getting up from my spot, I touched her forehead to make sure she wasn't sick because she was starting to talk nonsense. “ nope, no, nope,” I told “ that's not going to happen” I was trying to make myself believe my own words.

“And it’s fine. You can’t help it, but I’m not going to stand in the middle of whatever is still going on between you two and pretend I don’t see it.” “There’s nothing going on between us. We’re divorced.” “You’re divorced and pregnant with his baby and you kissed him days ago.” He raised both eyebrows. “That’s not nothing, Sabrina. That’s a lot of something.” I opened my mouth and closed it. My eyes were stinging and I blinked hard, staring at the table, at my own hands gripping the edge of it. “I’m not angry,” he said. “I want you to know that. I’m not hurt the way you think I am. We weren’t—”

“I'm sure the guests at your divorce party will do justice to it,” “A divorce party?” The words came out awkwardly like it was the first time I knew they could be used together like that. He nodded enthusiastically anyway; “I can't look away as you bedrot anymore, get out there, meet somebody new and show that loser what he's missing out on!” It was silly, and petty too but I was tired and feeling and looking like crap. The divorce had granted me momentary satisfaction, securing millions in alimony and shared property was a sure win that had embraced my cold heart like a warm, cozy blanket.

“You’ve been so helpful. It’s rare to find someone who actually listens.” I laugh. “Well, helping people find the right piece is my favorite part of the job. You can always tell when someone is buying with love. It shows.” There’s a brief silence. Just a beat. Then he says, a little sheepish, “You’re married?” I smile politely, not thinking much of it. “Divorced.” “Ah,” he nods. “Well, whoever let you go’s probably still regretting it.” I laugh, brushing it off. “You’re sweet. But I think I’m better off now.”