Divorce Romance Novels Novels & Stories

His stare remained sharp, but there was a flicker of surprise—as if he didn’t expect Sarah to fight back. “If I’m no longer accepted by the Vexler family, and if you as my husband never respect me as your wife,” she said hoarsely, “then let’s get a divorce!” The words echoed through the quiet room. Ronan stared at her for a long moment, expressionless. Then suddenly his voice exploded, cold and loud. “NO!”

“At least we let you have your dream wedding first.” She lifts her champagne glass and clinks it against Jophiel’s. “Congratulations,” she adds mockingly. “You got one perfect day with the love of your life.” My chest feels like it is collapsing. Then Soren reaches forward suddenly and shoves a folder against my chest. “Sign,” she says. The impact jolts me back a step. “Divorce papers,” she continues casually. “And the prenup you signed earlier makes things very convenient.” My fingers tremble as I open the envelope.

I let out a cold chuckle and looked at Jocelyn and Ethan. "Even if she doesn't divorce me, I'm going to divorce her eventually." Jocelyn frowned instead. "Jeffrey, what nonsense are you talking about?" I glanced at their hands, already clasped together, and said, "I want a divorce!" At that moment, the bullet comments appeared again. [Whoa! The supporting male lead is actually asking for a divorce!] [Divorce works too. The female lead will get 500 thousand, the debt will be split between them, and she and the male lead won't have to worry about money for the rest of their lives.]

"Don't take it personally. Victor's just emotional today, so he's acting out a little. Give me some time to calm him down. Once he's stable, we'll get married again. This time, we won't divorce anymore." I didn't answer. At Victor's urging, Charlotte drove away. I had believed that same promise seven times already. Every time, I believed her. Every time, I was fooled. The first divorce happened because Charlotte forgot Victor's birthday. The second happened because Victor lost his beloved cat. The third happened because Victor had a nightmare and said he dreamed Charlotte didn't want him anymore after she got married. And this time, it was because Charlotte had prepared a gift for me and not

"Who raised this man? Seriously. Was it wolves? Actual wolves? I need to know." Vivienne let out a tiny, broken laugh. It was barely a sound. Nessa pointed at the empty kitchen. "What kind of monster serves divorce papers before breakfast?" "The Dante Ashcroft kind." "I hate him," Nessa declared. "Always have." "No, you haven't." "Fine." Nessa shoved a coffee into Vivienne's hands. "I've disliked him passionately for years. Is that better?" For the first time all morning, Vivienne almost smiled. They sank onto the couch together. Vivienne told Nessa everything. The envelope. Dante's flat, cold voice. How he'd called their marriage a transaction. How he'd mentioned Sienna—the woman he'd alway

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

None of this made any sense. “Just two days ago…” I whispered shakily. “You were my husband. You were still my loving husband.” Vincent exhaled impatiently. “It would be better if you just sign the divorce papers tomorrow and leave without causing any problems,” he said. “I just want this to be over.” Then he bent down, lifted Janice into his arms bridal-style, and walked out of the kitchen with her as if I didn’t exist. I stood there in my black robe, trembling, staring at the empty space he left behind.

"Just let me have this night. It's been four years!" Clara shook her head, "Doesn't matter. Four years or four decades, cheating is cheating." "Clara-" I started, but she cut me off. "I'm sure he's probably still humping some other lady and you're here sulking pathetically." Her blunt words hit me like a slap, forcing me to confront the reality I was trying to avoid. She was probably right. The girl was in his house after all. He probably went back into her arms after I left. The image of them together made my stomach churn again.

“She is not up to my standards. Besides, I love someone else. She won't be one for me. He declared, making my heart even tighter. I grabbed my bestie Elise’s hands. She patted my hands. Standard? I smirked. If he knew what the standards were. The judge called me again, and I went to the other stand. “You are not compatible with this relationship. So by this, Mr. Aaron Robinson is no longer married to Ms. Jennifer Kumar. Divorce granted. And as per Ms. Jennifer’s request, no alimony will be taken from Mr. Aaron. The court adjourned.” The judge declared. Divorce declared. The one word is ringing in my mind. I stepped out of the court and went outside. I heard a voice, and I turned around to se

"What? People like romance." She turned back toward us. "Two people from completely different backgrounds and class meet through work. They spend a year together. They fall in love. Their relationship grows privately, away from the public eye." She spread her hands. "Then they get married." Genesis's head lifted slightly and said. "And then they get divorced." The room went silent. Esme's smile faded for half a second. "Yes." I glanced at Genesis. She was staring at her hands back again. Esme quickly continued.