Novel & Cerita Divorce Romance Novels

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

"What?" Ryan didn't turn around. "The marriage. It's not working. You know it as well as I do." Her heart stopped for a full second. "You're not serious." He turned then. His eyes met hers, but there was nothing there. No anger. No sadness. Just absence. "I want a divorce, Amelia." No warmth. No regret. Just a statement. She waited for him to say something else. Anything else. An explanation. A hesitation. A single crack in that perfect calm.

"I don't need you to pick me up. I'm already back," I spat before marching straight up to Clement and slapping him twice. Then I tossed the divorce papers in his face. "Here's the divorce agreement. If you don't sign it, you're a coward. And I don't wanna see you again. You make me sick." The whole room fell into dead silence. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I grabbed the wine glass from the table and threw it right in Clement's face.

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."