Divorce Novels & Stories

"Sorry mom." "Don't just apologize, Rara, but it never changes. It keeps on repeating. You play marriage with lies. You also play around with the word divorce, it's nit that is called if you don't do it. You know, if a man has been mentored by his wife they can no longer sleep together. because of the fall of adultery. So if you want to divorce, you are already divorced. Don't play with it, say it for a while, say divorce.

“Oh? So if you had known before the divorce, you wouldn’t have gone through with it?” I hadn’t expected her to ask that. The question was typical for her character—sharp and provocative as ever. I thought carefully before giving a firm answer. “I still would have divorced him.” After a pause, I added, “And there are no ‘what ifs.’ While our divorce was entangled with all sorts of melodramatic misunderstandings, at its core, it stemmed from communication issues between us. I wasn’t entirely blameless either.” ***** Alicia’s POV: I saw the complete release in her eyes and knew she had truly come to

I started the conversation. I chose not to head straight to the point, just to ensure a smooth conversation. I wanted to be certain that Dante paid full attention, to avoid making it seem as though I was speaking to myself alone. “Get on with it immediately. I am all ears,” he consented. “I am filing for divorce. Olivia and I have decided to go our separate ways,” I unleashed the bombshell that forced Dante to leave his seated position. “What did you just say? This must be a prank, isn't it? Wait a minute! What has this got to do with Adrian?”

"Daphne... this house is our marital home. Have you forgotten? Back then, you said once we had this home, we'd truly settle down in this city. You said you loved me..." "Marital home?" She suddenly laughed. The sound was full of ridicule and disdain. "Landon, did you forget? We never even registered our marriage." My mind went blank with a sharp buzzing sound. "Back then, I asked you to schedule the appointment. Every time you said you were busy, that it didn't matter if it was a day or two later. So... so you were lying to me from the beginning?" She looked at me coldly, as if I were nothing more than a stranger. "Lying to you? I just hadn't figured out how I was supposed to spend my life w

It landed between the candles with a flat, deliberate sound. "Sign it." Mia looked at the envelope. Then at him. "What is this?" "Divorce papers." His voice was flat. Exhausted—the way a man sounds when he's already made his decision three days ago and is only here to close the door. "Effective immediately." The word divorce moved through her like cold water. Her brain received it. Her body had already gone completely still—the way it does when danger is too close to run from. "I don't understand," she said. Quietly. Because she didn't.