Novel & Cerita Divorce Romance Novels

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.”

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

The sea breeze was relaxing as well as hearing my son’s giggles as Drake continued teaching him how to swim. I looked for the bookmark on the book, scanned a few pages, and was able to locate it. This was a romance novel that I had not read for almost seven years. After I got married, all my books were forgotten as I focused my attention on my husband. After the divorce, I sold everything that reminded me of my ex-husband, including his car, house, and lot, leaving nothing but my books, which I kept with me. It was a long and painful process, but it was worth it in the end. Until he returned. I was back to square one in handling my emotions and feelings.

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.

Atticus affirmed, “I’m here because I need your help with something.” “How can I assist you, Mr. Atticus? If I can, I’ll give it my all.” He looked as if he were grappling with his thoughts, trying to find the right words. Then he said two words that shocked me. “Divorce!” I was stunned for a good while. “Mr. Atticus, are you joking? I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. It’s not easy to dissolve one marriage. I can’t involve myself in just anything. Besides, you’re well aware of how your sister-in-law feels about me. I...”

The man, who had once loved me so warmly, used the cruelest words imaginable, tearing my heart apart one sentence at a time. Maybe our marriage had started falling apart from that moment on. Nevertheless, for years, I clung desperately to the hope that somewhere inside our marriage, there was still a trace of love left to find. After eight years and nine divorces, I was tired. I didn't want to keep searching anymore. Maybe it would be easier to pretend we'd never loved each other at all. I thought I had reached the point where nothing could hurt me anymore. When Ryland returned after comforting her, he found me staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay.

he said. "Damian." Her voice was steady. "I know what you want to say. I can see it. And I am not going to tell you it means nothing because it does not mean nothing." She looked at him carefully. "But I am not the same person you married. And you are not the same person who asked for that divorce. And whatever this is between us right now it needs more than a conversation on some steps outside a venue." She paused. "I am not closing the door. I am just telling you it needs to be done properly. When we are both ready. Not tonight." He looked at her for a long moment.

I whisper, forcing a smile, hoping for even a flicker of warmth in his eyes. “Open it,” he says, the words sharp, almost impatient. I swallow, my fingers trembling as I take the envelope. It’s lighter than I expect, and an inexplicable dread creeps up my spine. Has he bought another mansion in my name? Damion can be full of surprises. But as I slide out the paper, the world seems to slow. My eyes scan the page, and I feel the floor vanish beneath my feet. Divorce papers. The words blur, the room closing in as if it’s suffocating me. I look up at him, searching for some sign that this is a cruel joke. “Damion, what is this? Divorce papers? On our anniversary?”

His ways might remain mysterious and no one knows what he might do next but he would always remain to her, the only man, whose presence and appearance, made her heart thump. They must have met at the wrong time, in the wrong places but love bound them together. It was love from the beginning, and Love in... 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.