Divorce Romance Novels Novels & Stories

He turned to answer something another person said, and she was left reeling a bit. Get it together, girl. This high school crush needed to go away. Maybe she should take a break from all the romance novels. The idea made a bit of her wither. Romance novels had gotten her through her divorce. They gave her hope for a better future. She got to escape her sad reality with each turn of the page. But Benjamin wasn't going to be like a character in a book. He was a real man with flaws and all. She'd do well to remember that her last fairy tale ending hadn't worked out so great for her.

“So what, after saying and I quote ‘Aiden is just a friend,’ ‘You need to stop believing anything would ever happen between Aiden and I,’ you just forgot all that?” “He divorced me!” I snapped, my voice breaking before I could stop it. “I never… never thought about leaving him. I tried to fix our marriage. I booked therapy for us, he showed up only the first day and forgot the rest. I tried guidance and counseling and he never came. Sex stopped being sex. The only reason I have Hope is because one night he came home drunk out of his mind. From the next day after he woke up in bed with me, he went from coming home at 3 a.m. to not coming back at all, and still I never complained. I faked my s

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

“For sixty days, let us try to be a real husband and wife. Eat together. Talk to each other. Go to family events together. Stop treating me like a stranger living in your house.” Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to continue. “Let me show you who I really am. Let me prove that this marriage is worth saving. If, after those sixty days, you still believe we’re better off apart…” She swallowed hard. “I’ll sign the divorce papers without another word. I’ll leave your life forever.” Dante held her gaze for a long moment. “Don’t expect me to fall in love with you,” he said coldly. “I don’t,” Vivienne replied. “I only expect you to give this marriage one honest chance.”

“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.