Divorce Has Never Felt So Good Novels & Stories

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

I wouldn't look back, I wouldn't think about him, and I certainly would not go back to him. The sun had set, and we were preparing for takeoff. I looked out the window and gazed at the shining star. A few hours ago, I was so excited to make a feast and have a lovely night with my husband. But now, I was officially divorced, single, and on a flight to another foreign country. I took a deep breath. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that something this insane could happen to me on the night of my anniversary. The pilot’s calm and collected voice crackled over the intercom, announcing that we were preparing for takeoff. I felt nothing; no excitement, no fear, just a strange emptiness spreadi

"Leonard is back in the country again. Let's get divorced." I, Xavier Locke, handed the signed divorce papers to my wife, Melanie Slater, with a numb expression. For a brief moment, Melanie looked startled, but she quickly regained her composure. With practiced ease, she signed her name on the agreement. Just like the previous six times, she casually made the same promise. "Lenny will leave in a month. I'll remarry you by then." Even in the past, those words had never given me any sense of security. I'd force her to swear on it or sign a written promise. But this time, I felt nothing at all. I couldn't even muster up the desire to respond to her.

It was Lydia who kept telling him the divorce agreement was just Vera sulking, an empty threat, so out of habit he'd never taken it seriously. But his Vera had been hurting for a long, long time? "All right, stop thinking about all that. Look what I've got." Lydia's voice pulled him back. Smiling, she drew a stamped document from her bag and pushed it toward him. A divorce decree. Theo's pupils shrank. He snatched it up and flipped it open. His name, Vera's name, the court's embossed seal, the judge's signature. Nothing missing. "You—" "When did you—"

"I don't need to manipulate or guilt trip Clara into anything. Clara and I are no longer together." The statement landed with the weight of finality. I felt it as much as I said it, the truth of those words settling over me like a comfortable blanket. We weren't together. Not in any way that mattered. The divorce papers were signed, the future was decided, and saying it out loud to this group of people who'd never respected me anyway felt liberating rather than painful. "Oh, cut the bullshit," Selene shot back immediately, her voice sharp and cutting. She took a step towards me, her face flushing slightly with anger or excitement or both. "As if you would have the balls to divorce her."

My tone was as calm, as though I were talking about the weather. “Yes. Georgia and I have signed the divorce agreement. Since we’ve terminated our arranged marriage, the business ties between our families naturally come to an end as well. That’s how it works. You’re in business, so you should understand this.” There was a long silence on the other end of the line. It was so long that I thought the line had dropped. Then, I heard a heavy sigh as if she was releasing all the weight that had been weighing on her chest. “What a disaster!”

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.

"What gives, missy? Because you are definitely in a better mood than you were two nights ago. Your heart rate is steady, and I know for a fact this isn't just a pregnancy glow." I shrugged a little, leaning back against the pillows. I felt lighter than I had in a long time. I turned my head to watch the white curtains move gently in the breeze from the open window. For the first time, the air didn't feel heavy with sadness. "I don't know," I admitted, and I actually meant it. "I think I'll be alright, Sofia. I'm finally divorced. The papers are signed, and I'm starting to accept that Tormund and I were never meant to be. I'm moving on."

But I didn't want to go back. I wanted to stay here, in this car, with this stranger who had seen me at my worst and hadn't looked away. "That's the thing about divorce," Marl said, breaking the silence. "People think it's the end of the world. But honestly? It's actually a wonderful thing. Married people tend to think so sooner or later. They just don't say it out loud because it makes them sound cynical." I turned to look at him. Marl shifted in his seat, turning to face me more fully. His expression was serious now, the earlier humor gone.

“CONGRATULATIONS,” Celene smiled as her parents greeted her after she received some good news that her divorce had been finalized. Two weeks had passed since her last encounter with Jarred, and now, her marriage to that asshole was finally dissolved. She couldn’t be any happier knowing she was officially free from him. She had anticipated it would take a few more months, so the sudden news caught her completely off guard.