Divorce Stories Novels & Stories

The Ganovese kings rule as absolute lords and masters here. "I am in the middle of divorce proceedings." "Open your eyes, Lucia! Mafiosi do not get divorced, let alone a Don! You know that better than I do, damn it! You can only leave the Family covered with a white sheet! You are and will always be married to Elio Ganovese!" he shouts between his teeth. I feel tears coming to my eyes and put the bag strap around my shoulders. Then I lift my chin and raise an eyebrow at him.

I will be at home to nurture my children and shoulder the responsibilities in the household,” Vivian declared. “Look Vivian, a woman’s vow always goes out of her mind when a new thought comes and takes preeminence. She would change within a twinkle of an eye like a chameleon’s sly when things get worst. Be very careful. You are getting increasingly sick because of this man you defend and talk about. You were drawn to this man in ways that were beginning to terrify you with his love, and you refuse to acknowledge it. I don’t want you to be divorced when things get hard. Certain things that start well don’t always end well. I remember a certain girl whose father was my foreman in the company w

And that was why, driven by a dark mix of heartbreak and attention, I didn't hesitate to trap him into marrying me when he came crawling to me to save Chloe's life. Before I even realized it, I was blindly repeating my mother's tragic mistakes—trapped in a loveless marriage with a man whose heart belonged to someone else. But I was going to fix all of this. I was going to rewrite my story, start all over again, and build a career I could be proud of. "Help me draft another set of divorce papers," I stated, my voice ringing with a cold, newfound certainty. "I'll send them to him tomorrow." "Alright, Hannah. I'll happily help you with that," Mabel beamed. "I'm rooting for you to be happy and f

Computers are wonderful when you know how to use them. Mike wondered if he should tell Shane. He had dinner with Shane and touched the subject lightly. There had been a news story about a rich guy who's wife was sleeping around. When the guy found out he divorced her but lost millions in the settlement. Shane said he wouldn't want a divorce from a bitch like that, he'd want her dead! Mike didn't tell Shane what he knew.

I'm sorry…" Davide asked me whether he should call the cops. I waved him off and walked out to the front. Drinking in the sight of the disheveled mess of a man before me, I remained silent for a long while. "Oliver, we're already divorced. The one who lied to you is your wife, not me. Why did you run to my place to make such a hysterical scene?" "Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together.

If that happened, I would have to pay a huge liquidation fee. It wasn't worth it just to divorce someone like Shannon. For the next couple of days, Shannon really didn't come and cause a scene. I wondered if she had truly listened to what I said. However, what I knew was that Rick and Christine would never get a divorce. Their marriage was an alliance between affluent families. There were a lot of benefits involved. Only an idiot like Shannon would get herself involved in such a complicated relationship. She would definitely end up in a horrible situation. As for Christine, I didn't talk to her much on the show. The only impression I had of her was when she stopped me from getting into a fig

Sydney nibbled on her lips and rubbed her knee. Theresa frowned, " You didn't say yes? " " That's because he didn't ask any questions... I think." Sydney got up and exhaled. " I just got divorced a month or two ago, how do you expect me to get into another relationship? " " But—" " I was married for eleven years, Theresa; I've been in love with Gavin since I was a sophomore in high school. Do you think it's that easy to move on?" She exhaled again.

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

Her hands trembled so badly that the paper almost slipped from her hands. Esther forced herself to pay attention, her eyes reading across the first line. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Esther’s chest pounded in her ears. Her chest tightened, and her breath caught. Divorce? Is he divorcing me? No… this can’t be real. Not after everything she has done. Not after all the love she gave him. Not after she carried his children in her body. Her tears spilled instantly, wetting the page. She blinked hard, hoping the words would blur away into something else. But they weren't.