Divorce Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Call me. Her hands trembled as she stared at his name on the screen, everything about their relationship suddenly recontextualized in ways she couldn't fully process yet. Three years of marriage. A divorce that had nearly destroyed her. A slow, careful rebuilding of trust over the last three weeks. And underneath all of it, a connection neither of them had known existed, half-siblings by a stranger's affair, though not related by blood themselves, tangled together by a web of secrets two families had spent decades hiding.

"Oh, I should read a book? Even my ex-husband gave me attention and never asked me to read a book.” "Oh, that again, then why did you divorce him?” “You, you made me divorce him,” she pointed a finger at me, and I shook my head in disbelief. “Yes, all those late calls, all those I miss you texts, you sent me all those, knowing I was with my husband.” "Cassie, I told you I thought you were different,” I regretfully said. “How different, Damian? You made me divorce my husband, you made me think you loved me.”

I managed to say. “Oh no, it isn't the entire family, just my grandfather. He wants to see the woman I finally let in as everyone thinks” he shook his head like it was nothing. Before I could change the topic, I found myself asking, “Why haven't you tried to be with anyone legitimately since your divorce?” because I knew there were many of them even though I didn’t say it out loud. He looked behind me and then met my gaze again, “I cant really say for sure. I never saw the reason I guess. I had Lily to take care of and a company to look after, there was hardly any time for a romantic life”

"How could you live in a place like this? Come back with me, okay?" I didn't care what kind of fantasy he was living in, but it became a problem because he was annoying me. I snapped, "Are you out of your mind? We're getting a divorce. It's over between us. What makes you think I'd want to go back to your house? "I'll say it one more time: Get out of the way. I'm leaving." I didn't wait for a reply and just walked into the elevator. - Vincent and I had planned to meet at the restaurant, but he insisted on picking me up at my apartment instead.

Then, like bullets, his lethal words came blasting from his mouth. "But can I have a cup of coffee first?" I asked, hoping to slow his pace. "Can it wait? This is important. Tameka, I want a Divorce. It's been three years. I'm tired of this sexless and loveless marriage. But more importantly than that, Lizzy is very ill, and her only wish is to be married before she leaves this earth." I was floored. This isn't how I imagined it. "Copeland, I don't know what to say. You are catching me so off guard."

I had to pull the phone away from my ears to make sure I was talking to Jacob Milan because there was no way that he would say something like that, not after everything that happened in our dead marriage; no, he can't be right” Jacob, I don't know what you have been smoking lately, but I want a divorce, and that's finally “I told him before hanging up the phone. And Lucia walks in with a bottle of red wine and two glasses, grabbing it from her. I pour myself a healthy pour because I still can't believe he would say something like that. How dare he say, he might not want one, no, he ain't got no right to say that to me. “What's going on? I left you for just a minute. Who got you so upset?” sh

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

I was so close to blurting out that they were divorced before Carmella spoke up for herself. "Our divorce was finalized last month." She said with slight difficulty. "Oh. Kids?" "None." "Wow." I knew that subtle sneer all too well. She instantly disliked Carmella for being a divorcee even though she had not gotten to know the reason for it in the first place. I wondered why women always bore the brunt of the stigma of divorce. No one cared if the man cheated or was abusive, they just wanted to blame the woman for being too emotional to keep her home. Maybe it was this stigma that made me stay despite all the unhappiness I felt being married to Leo.

"I don't mean that." Kent's tone was firm. "I just think that the hidden danger that you are worried about exists, no matter if I am married to her or not, or if I am divorced or not. My divorce from her doesn't change anything. It would be better to hurry up and find someone to delete all those photos from the past." Pinel frowned. “You guys marrying is a mistake. You must divorce!”

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."