Novel & Cerita Divorce Stories

“Let’s discuss the matter about the divorce, okay? A divorce involves a marriage, so how can I ask for a divorce so easily?” Barry was frustrated. With Melanie’s character, there would certainly be chaos if he went back and asked for a divorce. Despite showing signs of becoming increasingly intolerant toward Melanie’s arrogant temper and extravagant spending in recent years, he had endured everything without even thinking about a divorce when he thought of how Melanie had given him a son. Moreover, he had already gotten divorced once, so it would be really embarrassing if he got divorced again. He was too old for that. As soon as Barry was done speaking, Rowan instantly took the check in Bar

' She dabbed her eyes and started again. She told me how her husband had met her and charmed her and made her feel like the ugly duckling had turned into a swan. But after a few years of marriage he had grown cold to her and had started seeing other women, sometimes flaunting it in front of her to highlight her inadequacies. 'It turned out it was about money,' she said, quietly. 'My parents are wealthy and he thought he could get his hands on their money, but dad never liked or trusted him so he didn't get a penny when we divorced; this house belongs to my parents. But by the time I'd summoned the courage to go through with a divorce it was too late to have children and that's all I ever wan

The doctor looked at me again. His voice softened. "She's divorced now." My heart clenched. The word sounded cruel. Divorced. Just one word. Yet it had destroyed my entire world. The doctor continued. "The news is everywhere." The nurse remained silent. "The media can't stop talking about it." He sighed. "Everybody wants to know why David Blackstone suddenly ended his marriage." I felt fresh tears gather in my eyes. If only they knew. If only they knew how much I had sacrificed. How many babies I had given up.

“I thought you didn’t care about—” “I thought about it, and it’s better she doesn’t find out about this argument at all.” She gave me a tight smile that made my heart sink. “After all, you’re the perfect stepfather figure for her. I’m sure you don’t want to ruin your image by telling her about our bad times. Our marriage’s still okay, we’re just going through a phase.” “A phase?” “All married couples go through that.” “Diane!” “Don’t fucking yell at me.” She snapped. “Like I said, keep all details of the argument to yourself. I’ll be leaving early for work tomorrow, so we might not see until—”

There was an uproar among the crowd as some of them asked among themselves, “Wasn’t he the one who just got divorced? How can he move on so suddenly?” One of them asked in a confused tone. “Is it not on the net that his ex-wife almost took his daughter’s life? Why is he letting him marry her?” Someone else asked. “How unbelievable!” another one added.

“I’ll tell you everything.” We settled onto the plush sofa, and I poured out the whole story—the sweet words and promises, the nights spent in the throes of passion, and then the abrupt change into a cold demon who had thrown those divorce papers in my face like he hated my guts. Viona listened intently the entire time, not saying a word, although her face went more and more ashen as I told my story.

“Do you have to lay it all out like this? Are you trying to torture me with this divorce?” “You tell me, Louis. Do you feel tortured?” I said with a flat tone, “There’s really not much to go over. We can either sort this out now or let the court handle it. Just a heads up, it might grab some attention with the cheating, abuse, and the abortion, all very salacious stuff. And I doubt anyone wants to walk away from their divorce with a conviction, do they?” Louis stared at me, his eyes were raw, storming with emotions that I didn’t want to understand.

Madison asked as she looked at Irene, who was still lying unconscious on the bed. "She's fine. She'll be discharged in a few days. She just needs to get some rest after." "That's good to hear." After a pause, Madison said, "I heard you're divorcing Roxy?" "That's right." "I've always said that a marriage where the woman is more successful than the man will never last. Back then, you insisted on marrying her and devoting yourself to her. Well, look at what happened now. You've lost both her and your fortune. She and her entire family are all rotten to the core!"

I doubt the current smile on her face has fallen since the day she tossed my things out like roadside garbage. She wears cream today, the color of victory. Her lips curl faintly at the corners when she notices my gaze, as though she’s been waiting for this moment for years. Maybe she has. The lawyer clears his throat. “We’re here to finalize the divorce proceedings between Mr. Elijah Griffin and Mrs. Scarlett Griffin.” Mrs. The word lands heavy in my chest. Alice scoffs softly. “For now,” she mutters under her breath, not bothering to hide it. I say nothing.

We just talked. We talked about everything: old memories, school days, silly jokes. We laughed until our stomachs hurt. But then her expression grew serious. "Aliyah... what happened to you? You just disappeared. I tried calling, messaging... I thought something terrible had happened." I took a deep breath. "It's a long story. But... I'm divorced now." Her eyes widened. "Divorced? From Liam Hemsworth?" I nodded. "Yes. It was... complicated. He never loved me. The marriage was a mistake from the beginning."