Divorce Stories Novels & Stories

Ah there it was the whole reason why they kept in contact with me during my marriage with Jacob it was only for the money, after our mother left they used me in anyway they could if its going to bring them cash, looking down on the table choosing my words carefully “ I have no money, Jacob and I are divorced “ I could see the minute that my words register in his brain, one minute he was standing behind the isles the next he was in front of me with his hand wrap around my next, squeezing the life out of me. I don't know if it was the alcohol that made me numb but for whatever reason I didn't fight him, I let him get it out of his system “ You B*tch, why? Would you be divorced, uh” I couldn't

However, the girl he once loved in his youth would never again see him as the boy she loved. "Twelve years ago, I confessed to you beneath a ginkgo tree. Twelve years later, I'm asking you to marry me beneath one." A proposal. I almost laughed. So he did know we were divorced, and not just once, but nine times. I'd spent eight long years clinging to those beautiful memories. In the end, all they brought me was a ninth divorce. Those memories had turned into a joke to me. They were the beginning of every pain I hated most today.

Her mother wanted to divorce her dad which made him become a drunkard. "That's not true...I was done with him...I wanted nothing to do with him...the court granted my request for a divorce and he didn't want that"she recalled the countless times she wanted to divorce her husband but every time he would lie to the court but when she met a man who was grieving. He was caring and made her feel like a human being. She thought all men were the same until she met Frank Lewis, a man who had two children and was grieving his wife's death

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

I started the conversation. I chose not to head straight to the point, just to ensure a smooth conversation. I wanted to be certain that Dante paid full attention, to avoid making it seem as though I was speaking to myself alone. “Get on with it immediately. I am all ears,” he consented. “I am filing for divorce. Olivia and I have decided to go our separate ways,” I unleashed the bombshell that forced Dante to leave his seated position. “What did you just say? This must be a prank, isn't it? Wait a minute! What has this got to do with Adrian?”

"What's your story? You're here alone, no ring, looking like someone who just escaped something big." I laughed softly, surprised at how easy it felt to answer. "I'm divorced," I said simply. "Freshly single. Needed a break from the city. From everything." No one pushed for details. No one asked why or who or how bad it got. They just nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Divorce is a rebirth," Ji-yeon said, raising her glass. "To new beginnings." We all clinked glasses. "Cheers to that," Pedro said, winking at Ji-yeon.

**** We spend a few more hours, talking and catching up. I tell her how sad I am about the divorce but I don't tell her about the real reason I'm getting divorced. I'm not ready to tell her about the accident. Maybe she'll view me differently. Maybe she'll think I'm a horrible and terrible person. I just lost my husband. I don't know if I can afford to lose another person. Especially not my best friend. She tells me about Larry and says that they are getting pretty serious. So serious that they are planning to move in together soon.

CHAPTER ONE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me It was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a

When I turned the phone on, several WhatsApp messages popped up. It was a message from Nathan. My finger hovered over the delete button for a long moment, and in the end, I couldn’t bring myself to press it. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to keep them. After all, I still needed to handle the divorce proceedings with Christopher. I opened the voice messages he’d sent. Each one was arrogant and rude as if he were barking orders at a housekeeper. [Mom, where are my socks? [Where’s my jacket? [You’re such an idiot. Dad said if you don’t come back, he’s divorcing you!]

"As in… Adrian Brennan? My heart sank as I realized how deeply tied their worlds were. Of course, Simeon knew him. The world couldn't be this small, could it? How had I not seen it before? "Why?" Simeon's voice lowered, quieter but no less intense. "Why are you divorcing him? But it cut through me, like a blade, and the storm that I had been holding broke free. I could not hold back any longer: words, pain, years of betrayal. "Because he cheated on me, repeatedly," I said, my voice at its edge, with the tears to spill over, yet I refused to cry in front of him. "Because he lied, manipulated me, and treated me like I was nothing. I gave him everything, and he destroyed me.