Divorce Stories Novels & Stories

It felt like someone just emptied a drum of freezing water on me at once. “I suggest you sign the divorce papers tomorrow and leave my fucking house,” he added, his tone completely void of emotion. I stood frozen, staring at both of them, my heart breaking in real time. This was our house.... ours. Janice leaned closer to him, her fingers lightly gripping his shirt as she pouted innocently. “Vincent,” she said softly, “please make her leave already. I don’t want her hurting the baby, since she's barren. You know how cruel wombless women can be. "

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.]

"You couldn't give me a child. My father's only wish before he died was to hold a grandchild. Because of you, he never got that. This situation you're in? You deserve it." I gripped the voice recorder hidden in my hand. "So you cheated on me. You hid assets. You left me with nothing. And you think you're the good guy here?" Brad's patience ran out. "So what if I did? We're divorced now. That's the reality, Lauren. Look—we had a few years together. Don't make this pathetic. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Have some self-respect and walk away." Vanessa just stood there behind him, watching me like a cat who'd swallowed the canary.

I said slowly, “while she carries your baby somewhere else. You want both of us. You just want us in separate rooms.” His jaw twitched. He didn’t deny it. I gave a high-pitched laugh. “You had this planned—” “Yes.” “You had this planned when you sat down at that table an hour ago and asked me to be kind.” “Yes.” His jaw twitched. “Don’t make this longer than it has to be.” “I want a divorce.” Nate’s glass stopped halfway to his mouth. “Don’t be dramatic, Sabrina.” “You heard me, Nate.” “And then what?” His voice hardened. Just a degree. Just enough. “Your uncle is still at St. Catherine’s. Those bills don’t pay themselves. Your aunt’s apartment doesn’t have room for a housefly, let alone—”

“I wish I could explain things better to you.” “You already have. A million times.” I told him, tired of his whining. “All you do is whine about how you married a woman just because she told you she was having your baby, spent a couple months with her and then found out that she was cheating on you with your friend and that the baby was his. Then what makes your so case special, huh? What makes it so different from the rest of the thousands of cases that you handle on a daily basis? You told me yourself that you’ve successfully divorced three hundred and seventy nine clients over the past five years, then what exactly was different with your own divorce? Shit happens every day, Damien. Some

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I managed to say. “Oh no, it isn't the entire family, just my grandfather. He wants to see the woman I finally let in as everyone thinks” he shook his head like it was nothing. Before I could change the topic, I found myself asking, “Why haven't you tried to be with anyone legitimately since your divorce?” because I knew there were many of them even though I didn’t say it out loud. He looked behind me and then met my gaze again, “I cant really say for sure. I never saw the reason I guess. I had Lily to take care of and a company to look after, there was hardly any time for a romantic life”

I tried again to put my feelings into words, but all that came out of my mouth was, "Ollie..." "I'm sick of you, Iris. I've been pretty sick of you for a while, to be honest. I suppose it's good you caught me in the act. I want a divorce." "No," I croaked. "Yes," he hissed. "I'll serve you the papers soon enough. Now you have to leave this house." "Thi- This is my home," I stuttered. "I'm your wife." "Not anymore. Now leave." "Ollie, we were happy together. What has gotten into you?"

They painted me as unfaithful and disloyal, leaving no room for defense. No matter how hard I tried to explain, no one believed me. In the end, I walked away from the divorce with nothing. I was forced out of the home I had spent half my life building. George and I were labeled adulterers. People cursed us everywhere. A few self-righteous, extremist internet vigilantes broke into my home. They tied George and me to the bed and doused us with gasoline. Snapping back to reality, I said flatly, "I will not be divorcing your father."

Atticus affirmed, “I’m here because I need your help with something.” “How can I assist you, Mr. Atticus? If I can, I’ll give it my all.” He looked as if he were grappling with his thoughts, trying to find the right words. Then he said two words that shocked me. “Divorce!” I was stunned for a good while. “Mr. Atticus, are you joking? I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. It’s not easy to dissolve one marriage. I can’t involve myself in just anything. Besides, you’re well aware of how your sister-in-law feels about me. I...”