Divorce Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Roman followed, the two men a silent storm moving toward the steel doors. They didn’t speak in the elevator. The tension was too thick, the air charged with years of bad blood and something darker—something personal. When they stepped out, Roman led the way to the dim stairwell, where the hum of traffic seeped faintly through the concrete walls. “You’re married to the wrong woman,” Roman said without preamble. Zane’s jaw tightened. “Careful.” “She doesn’t belong in your world,” Roman continued, ignoring the warning. “Divorce her before you ruin both your lives.”

"It's 'cause you married ME. You got to flash the Cortese name. And now you're losing your mind over a stripper?" He was shaking—could've been fury, could've been shame. Fists clenched, veins popping. "I'm done!" he roared, loud enough to rattle the windows. "I'm done living like a damn parasite! Done letting you pull the strings!" I didn't blink. "Then what do you want, Damon?" He sucked in a breath, eyes wild—like he was walking himself off a cliff. "I want a divorce."

He growled as he threw her across the room and stormed out! Amara landed on the floor with a thud as her heart was broken into a thousand pieces all over again. She sobbed as she wondered when her husband had begun to feel such a way about her, "Did he ever love me? Was it the company he was interested in all along?" She asked herself. 'Who have I wronged to go through such kind of pain?' The thought crossed her as she reached for the box that was on the bed. She picked up the note which read

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

The cruel words echoed through the room as he stared at me with complete disdain. I nodded in agreement. "You're right. No man LIKE YOU would ever marry me. Because after everything you've done, I will never allow someone like you into my life again." I paused before pointing directly at him. "And one more thing." Richard's brows furrowed. I looked him straight in the eye, then said. "You made the biggest mistake of your life by divorcing me, Richard. For every single thing you've done to me, I swear I'll make you pay for it. And when that day comes, you'll regret everything."

That’s an ideal setting to start executing my plan. I spent the rest of the workday registering two new clients: Client One: A woman who caught her husband cheating in their matrimonial bed with a woman he had introduced as his "cousin" two months ago. Client Two: A man whose business flight was canceled, only for him to return home early and catch his wife with another man. Both wanted a divorce—the woman seeking full custody of her five-year-old daughter and the man determined to make sure his cheating wife left without a single asset.

And now she was apparently monitoring me and carrying divorce papers around like some kind of warning. But something about this felt different. “What if she files for divorce?” Damian’s eyes met mine. “She can’t file for our divorce.” I frowned. “Why?” “Because she’s not married to me.” I blinked. For some reason, the answer made me feel slightly better. Then I remembered the contract. The two year agreement. My chest tightened. “But we can get divorced.” He went quiet. I immediately regretted saying it. The contract had always been there. Two years. Then we walked away. No feelings. No expectations. No complications.

Conrad muttered something under his breath, looking away. "Your wives invited her out of their own free will," I said, turning back to face them, my arms crossed over my chest. "And why did they do that? Let’s be completely honest with each other. They invited her because they wanted to make fun of her. They wanted to see her looking broken after the divorce. They wanted to parade their 'perfect' marriages in front of a woman they thought was down for the count." I let out a short, mocking laugh, looking at the two shattered men in front of me.

It’s only a matter of time before my wife will love me the same way I love her. His eyebrow lifts. “When did you marry the girl?” “It’s been three weeks.” Another heavy breath escapes him. “I understand you’re taken with her, but don’t you think it’s a little too soon to talk about love, Angelo?” I shake my head. “No.” I don’t elaborate because there’s nothing to explain. I love my little temptress. End of story. Needing to make sure everything is okay between us, I say, “I know you were hoping I’d marry Valentina, but she’s bat-shit crazy. Vittoria is perfect, and she’s an amazing wife. I want you to be happy for me.”

THE END. I have released a new story titled "After Divorce, I Accidentally Married a Ruthless Billionaire." Please let me know your thoughts on it.