Divorce Stories Novels & Stories

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.

“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. I took off my wedding ring and threw it at him. “I’m done, Lucas.

DIVORCE AGREEMENT. The words stare back at me. My gaze drops to the signature line. And there, staring deep into my soul, is his signature and name. Hot, angry tears threaten to spill down my cheeks as I look up at him. "Damian, you have no right to do this to me," I manage to say, my voice cracking for the tenth time today. Not that I have been counting. How dare he try to divorce me when he has been the one cheating on me with another woman?

She heaved a deep breath, relieving the memories wasn't easy for her but she still wants to tell Ashton about it. "The day I got the results was the same time Adams brought home our divorce papers, I did try to tell him that I was pregnant but he never gave me the chance to speak, all he wanted at that moment was to get rid of me, get rid of the woman he thought was barren and sees as a disgrace. We had an argument and I ended up signing the divorce papers, the day our divorce was finalized I left Seattle and relocated to London." She was at the verge of crying but she managed to go on.

"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

"Let's be clear—I only picked up this call to talk about how we're splitting the assets. Since there's proof you cheated, you'll have to give me more money." Thanks to Madison's help, the divorce went through, and I walked away with a good chunk of his money. After that, I moved to a new city, but I still kept the small apartment back in Amerston. - More than six months later, I heard from old friends that Madison had given birth. It was a mixed-race baby. Clement ran a background check and found out Madison had always been sleeping around, even back in college. It turned out that her story of moving to Trentport because of heartbreak was a total lie.

“Do not say my name like that and expect me to let it go. You just told me your wife has locked you out of your own company, and you expect me to respond with what exactly? Calm indifference?” He swallowed, the motion tight. “That is not what I expect.” “Then tell me what is going on.” Matthew leaned back again, his head resting briefly against the seat before lifting. “She signed the papers,” he said finally. There was a pause. “What papers?” He did not respond immediately. Sophie’s voice lowered. “Matthew.” “The divorce papers.” Silence followed. "What divorce papers?" Sophie asked. "It's..... I....," Matthew stammered. "Let's not go into that yet."

I said, "Ian, you should've known there would be consequences the moment you told your first lie. They may come late, but they are always going to come. Whether you can or are willing to handle them is none of my concern." From afar, my colleagues called me over for lunch. I ended the call and blocked his number. Nova sent me a text saying that Ian slept with Francesca after getting drunk. Her husband found out about it and filed for a divorce. With nowhere left to go, she was now staying in the Ludwig residence. She asked, "Do you think they'd really get married now?" I smirked and replied, "It'd be great if they could. That way, they won't have the chance to mess up someone else's life."

The waiter nodded and disappeared. The silence stretched charged, watchful. “So,” he said the moment we were alone, his voice lower now. “Tell me about yourself. Married or have a boyfriend.” I gave a small, guarded smile. “By now, you should already know a lot about me. What are you waiting for?” “Yes,” he replied evenly, “but I want to hear from you.” I exhaled slowly. The truth pressed against my ribs, heavier than I expected. “I was married,” I said. “Recently divorced.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “My husband cheated. He was my first… in everything.”

She said with a sad smile. “So, you are married. But you never told us that you have a husband.” “Because I got divorced three years ago. A loveless marriage is nothing but torture. We were hardly married for eight months. In fact, after two months of my marriage, my in-laws found that my parents were behind their money and nothing else. I feared for my future then but lucky for me they never held any kind of grudge against me because they knew that I was nothing like them. They never ill-treated me. Even when my parents even came to take me back, asking me to choose they stood by me and helped me to make the right decision.”