Divorce Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I had believed her. I pressed my hands to my face and laughed—sharp, broken, until I couldn’t breathe. When I dropped them, they stared at me like I had lost my mind. “I want a divorce,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You can have her, Dylan. I’m done.” I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me cold. “That’s not possible, honey.” I could hear the smile in his tone. “You can’t leave me for the next sixty-seven years. Remember the contract?”

Not in the operational sense, in the private, specific sense of someone who had filed everything in a particular folder and returned to it regularly. I reached the last page. The handwriting was more recent.... the ink less faded, the date in the corner eight years before the divorce. One day, you will be my wife and I can't wait to grow old with you.... Eleven words. Written three years before he had any reason to believe they were possible. I sat in the chair with the book in my lap and felt the specific, complicated weight of being loved carefully by someone over a long time without knowing you were being loved at all.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

Rissa blurted out angrily. Diane couldn't dismiss it, Rissa was right, she just lost everything, workplace romance backfires in a tough blow if it turns out bloody like Rissa's did. " Look at it, look closely, that is my divorce papers of a one-day marriage!" Rissa said dangling the divorce papers mailed to her a few hours ago in Diane's face. She threw the paper on the table carelessly " I cannot even walk silently on the streets without being bashed by a stranger”, she busted into uncontrollable tears.

Dear Readers, Thank you for your unwavering support and for being part of this incredible journey. I won't say it's the end because we will still hear from Riley and Adrain. However, Chapter 262 concludes Book 1 of Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire. Book 2 will cover Riley and Adrian's lives years later and focus on their children. Yes, this includes their daughter, Freya. In the coming days, I will write a preview and some bonus chapters using the author's notes. Please watch out for it.

he asked, his tone mixed with anger and hurt. Why was he hurt? He’s with Amber now. I raised an eyebrow, amazed by his audacity. "What business is it of yours?" I retort. Asher's voice took on a pleading tone. "It’s not even up to a month since we got divorced, and you are already married… and to my boss?” I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of annoyance. "It's none of your business, Asher. You’ve said it; we are divorced, which makes me entitled to remarry. Now if you don't have anything important to say, I'll hang up on you."

" It was only now that I discovered that such shameless people existed. Before I could say a word, a neighbor pulled me aside. "How could you be so shameless? How much more shameless can you get?" "You disgusting girl! You make infidelity sound so romantic." Countless scoldings surrounded her. Mindy sternly warned the people around her, "What does it have to do with you? What's your role in this? He's my husband. This is a private matter." I smiled. "I've already signed that divorce agreement."

But Petra had already turned slightly and reached beneath her pillow. She pulled out a thin file. Her fingers brushed through her hair as she pushed it back, then she faced him again. Slowly, she extended the file toward him. Pete frowned and took it. On the front page, bold black letters stared back at him. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. Petra’s voice came out calm. But it carried the weight of four painful years. “Let’s get a divorce.”

His hand touched my face, his fingers gentle on my cheek, and I leaned into it before I could stop myself, my eyes closing, my breath catching, and for one moment we were just us again, no lies, no betrayal, no war, just two people who had loved each other and lost each other and were trying to find their way back. Then I remembered. I remembered the divorce papers on the table, the cold look in his eyes when he told me to get rid of our baby, the years of secrets and lies, the betrayal that had cut deeper than any knife. I pulled away, my heart pounding, my hands shaking, my breath coming in short gasps. "I can't," I said, standing up. "I can't. Not yet. I'm not ready." He stood up too, his