Divorce Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"He's even bringing her over for dinner tonight." Ollie's eyes grew round with exaggerated surprise. "Whoa! What did you do to get her to agree to end up with you?" He chuckled and punched me on the shoulder in what was supposed to be a playful manner, but he deliberately packed a lot of power into the punch. I didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me wince. "Well, I'll believe you've gotten yourself a fiance when I see it... Oh, sorry, her." Grandma Martha nodded in agreement. "Anyway... did grandma tell you I've gotten officially divorced? I've gotten someone much, much better, someone more worthy of our family name." "Good for you," I said, keeping my expression deadpan.

I doubt the current smile on her face has fallen since the day she tossed my things out like roadside garbage. She wears cream today, the color of victory. Her lips curl faintly at the corners when she notices my gaze, as though she’s been waiting for this moment for years. Maybe she has. The lawyer clears his throat. “We’re here to finalize the divorce proceedings between Mr. Elijah Griffin and Mrs. Scarlett Griffin.” Mrs. The word lands heavy in my chest. Alice scoffs softly. “For now,” she mutters under her breath, not bothering to hide it. I say nothing.

I snap, my voice rising. Mom leans back, crossing her arms. The look she gives me is one I’ve seen before—a mix of disdain and disbelief, like I’m a child throwing a tantrum. She narrows her eyes. “You don’t get it, do you? This is how rich men are—they’ll always look for fun elsewhere. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s normal. What’s not normal is you refusing to accept it. That’s your job as his wife.” I stare at her, disbelief tightening my throat. “It’s not normal,” I say through gritted teeth. “It’s cruel. And for the record, I didn’t refuse him—he left me. Vince is the one who wanted the divorce. He’s the one who threw me away!”

It had been a week since Amara had filed for divorce on the basis of domestic violence, infidelity, and mental torture. Lucian had provided her with the best lawyers who were able to squeeze Brandon until he gave in. He was furious at first, but then he began to beg for another chance. He knew he would lose everything and would not hold his position another day. Lauren hated the Rostovas with a passion and when she heard what her daughter had done, she was enraged and threatened to disown her if she did not drop the case but Amara had grown beyond manipulation and would not let anyone threaten her.

She looked up, her gaze shifting between us. "Oh, I know exactly how that feels, Your Highness," Gina chimed in smoothly. She threw a nasty smirk in my direction. "Because I, too, am married to the absolute love of my life." "And what about you, Anna?" the princess asked. "I am divorced," I said evenly. "But that doesn't mean I didn't experience unconditional love from my husband." Gina’s eyes twitched, a flash of bottled-up fury breaking through her polished exterior. "Oh," the princess murmured, softening slightly. "It must have hurt terribly."

“I might have sounded crazy some seconds ago, but I meant every inch of my words. I want you. I want all of you, and as long as I am here, no one in the world can hurt you. No one at all.” Nova’s lips parted to say a word, but she pressed my fingers against the soft flesh, silencing her for a second. “I could help you get a divorce, Nova. With me here, you can be out of that marriage. You do not have to worry.” The tension in the room shifted after my words, and Nova looked away gently like she was trying to avoid something. Divorce would naturally excite any woman in a toxic marriage, why is she reacting differently? My brows pulled together gently, then I moved my hand to her chin, directi

She paced once around the desk, then came back to it. Her mind was racing too fast to hold onto a single thought. Why? Why would he want to divorce her? They had argued, yes. They had drifted. But divorce? She thought of the night before he left. The way he’d pulled her close in the kitchen. I’m trying to build us. Her chest tightened painfully. Build what? An exit? She flipped through the pages again, slower this time, searching. There had to be more. There had to be a letter. A reason. Some cruel explanation tucked between legal jargon, but there was nothing.

For now, she would play her part. From the crowd, Silvester's gaze burned into Diva, icy and unrelenting. Every time her eyes flicked across the assembly, they landed on him, and his stare never wavered. In that moment, she felt exposed, hunted, a lone prey trapped in a den of predators. After they finished exchanging vows, the priest's voice rang out: "You may kiss the bride." Diva's heart skipped a beat. It had never crossed her mind that Julius would kiss her, after all, he had made it abundantly clear that kissing was not part of their contract.

“There’s no point in pretending to care about me now." “Are you still talking calmly to her?!” Agnes sparked, abandoning the floor and rushing towards Kaan with the divorce papers. “Read this!" She shoved the papers into his face hotly. "See what this gutter rat has done! She wants to divorce you! And even reject— “ She choked on her own words. The disbelief turning her purple all over again. “She actually dared to— “ "Mother—" Kaan started to stop her. “Are you bewitched?!” She snapped. “Your precious wife clearly reeks of another male!”

Sydney nibbled on her lips and rubbed her knee. Theresa frowned, " You didn't say yes? " " That's because he didn't ask any questions... I think." Sydney got up and exhaled. " I just got divorced a month or two ago, how do you expect me to get into another relationship? " " But—" " I was married for eleven years, Theresa; I've been in love with Gavin since I was a sophomore in high school. Do you think it's that easy to move on?" She exhaled again.