Divorce Novels & Stories

Not our divorce. His regret.

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain

"No, Kayra. It's not your fault. It's my fault for not being able to manage everything well. But now, I have to make sure you're okay. That's the most important thing." Kayra looked at Darwis with teary eyes. "What will happen to you two, Darwis? Are you really going to divorce Kate?" Darwis took a deep breath. "Kate has been deeply hurt. Our relationship has been too damaged to repair. I have made a decision, Kayra. In a matter of days, I will arrange a divorce with Kate. After that, I will focus on your happiness. My life will be completely yours." Kayra's eyes filled with tears again, this time with emotion. "Darwis, I don't

" she forced, her palm where cold and wet. "So, it has nothing to do with you or Gabriel..." she started the story. Emily frowned, "Are you sure? then why?!" she asked, impatiently. Dorothy sipped her coffee slowly, "Darius specter applied for divorce...." Emily was totally dumbfounded she covered her mouth, too shock to react to Dorothy's words. "What? How is that even possible?" She shook her head in disbelief. Dorothy put her coffee the bench, she breathed out heavily, "I think the divorce will give you some benefits," Benefit she turned her face Emily.

The room felt smaller, the walls closing in with the weight of unsaid words finally spilling out. "So there we are," I continued, my voice steady but filled with sadness. "It's sad that this has turned into a marriage of convenience and not of love and growth like we wanted it to be. So now you know Noah, why I want a divorce because let's face it, if we keep acting like everything is all right, it will eventually blow up in our faces later on. So we don't need to keep up this charade any longer, let's just go our separate ways and pursue our happiness, whatever that means to us."

I sat there and thought about that, I should ask my Papa if Grammy felt the fated bond at all, it’s a shame if she didn’t get at least some of the affects, the sparks, the flow of emotions once it snaps into place, something. I nodded, “very well, then I’m sure this union, or marriage,” I looked at Carla for the latter, “will be happening with no restrictions, but Charles the human’s do have something called a divorce if this marriage fails and only certain reasons for those failures, infidelity is one of those, so I give you fair warning.”

Make him look like fucking Lord Voldemort from harry potter without a fucking nose. I close my hands into fists while Jo caresses my forearms, trying to keep me from doing anything stupid.” What the fuck? Divorce? Why?” Fred asks as he looks at Mom. She licks her lips and before she has a chance to say anything, Dad stands and grabs a pen from his shirt pocket and signs the papers. I watch as their marriage falls apart in front of me. “Okay, why are you all so calm about this?” Fred asks as he looks around the room and I avoid his gaze looking down and Jo does the same as me.

And this man, this cold, terrifying man was offering a lifeline wrapped in thorns. I folded my arms. “No intimacy?” “Unless mutually agreed upon.” His voice was like ice breaking over concrete. Smooth, but dangerous. “And after a year?” “We file for divorce. Clean. Quiet. No drama.” I laughed under my breath. “Everything about you screams drama.” He didn’t laugh. Not even a twitch of a smile. I hated that even more. “Why twelve months?” I asked. “Because thirteen would be unlucky.” I raised an eyebrow. He stared at me. Unblinking. Serious.

I paused and uttered slowly, "Also, Neil and I are officially divorced. The Young family's affairs have absolutely nothing to do with me anymore!" Marianne's voice was shrill, almost piercing my eardrums. "Good riddance! You’ve been married for two years, and you haven't even given birth to a baby yet! My grandson should’ve divorced you long ago! Now that you're divorced, get the hell out of my sight and stop bothering my grandson!" Her insults never stopped. Liam could hear them from beside me, even though I did not put the call on speaker.

his bold masculine voice echoed into her sensitive ears and without giving it a second thought, she raised her voice at him. “I want a divorce!” Gerald looked taken aback by her sudden outburst. She had never for once in her life raised her voice at him and he was beginning to wonder what had suddenly given her the courage. “Huh?” He managed to say. Emerald shifted her gaze from the ground, fixating it on him. “Gerald Latino, I want a divorce”