Divorced Besties Novels & Stories

He held my hands. "Why?" There came the tears. "Why? Lorenzo, why? After everything we've survived together. After 21 years of marriage. Why?! Why my best friend?!" Lorenzo scanned the hallway and saw people staring at us. He probably felt the shame I felt a few minutes ago. "And Catherine. You are supposed to be my friend." The tears filled my face, and I tasted the fluid dripping from my nose. Lorenzo asking me for a divorce was not as painful as finding out that he was dating my best friend.

“You got divorced, right? Separated after six years?” “Yes,” I say. “Right now, we’re amicable. Coparenting.” “But you two are not in a relationship?” I shake my head. A visible look of relief washes over her. “I quite like Tristan. He’s a very handsome man. I was divorced recently, too. Very ugly affair. My ex-husband was a mess. He cheated on me multiple times, you know. He said that I was far too busy and he needed attention. I served it right to him and left his ass when I finally found the strength. I’ve been having one night stands since then.”

Joyce asked me worriedly, panic evident in her voice. “I am okay. Don’t panic,” I yelled at her, feeling a bit frustrated, but she was my best friend. And she had always been like this. “Don’t tell me that you are having a second thought about the divorce,” she scolded me the next. Gone was the panic. “Of course, not. I don’t have any intention of staying in a toxic trio relationship. My man will always be mine. No childhood sweets, best female friend, or first love.” I replied to her irritably.

he suggested. I nodded, offering a smile in response. Later in the day at my workplace, I virtually connected with Mrs. Abby. Engaging in conversation with her was both enjoyable and enlightening. Our dialogue was extensive, allowing us to glean insights into each other's lives. I discovered that she was divorced due to her spouse's inability to adapt to her demanding schedule. Feeling isolated, he chose to end their marriage, a decision she accepted given her unwavering commitment to her career. She said it was never her fault she got successful, it was his fault that he felt threatened by it.

She finally turns and looks at him with a smile, " Even if right in front of my eyes, you two have sex and say you don't have anything to bother... I swear... I don't care! I will leave once you are ready to give me the divorce papers. So don't panic. It's fine. I will return home!" " What nonsense are you talking about? There is nothing - No who is that man?" He asks, almost furious. " Oh- He is my best friend. I heard his wife is being slightly nonsense..So I decided to console him... I will be late, I think!" Vincent's eyes widen in shock and disbelief. " You what?" "You heard that right. Anyway, go to the kitchen. I am sure your best friend needs you more. Like my best friend needs me ri

Wade told her. “No.” She shook her head vehemently. “I don’t want you thinking of him that way. It’s not fair. Jimmy Don was a good man, honestly he was. He just wasn’t a good husband after a while. But even after the divorce we were still best friends. We were better friends than we were spouses, actually.” Wade scratched his head. “Since that doesn’t make sense to me, I’ll take your word for it.” “Good.” She nodded sharply. “And we’ll forget about sex.”

Two years of marriage, reduced to a single suitcase and a three-paragraph note. My phone buzzes again. Leon calling. This time, I turn it off. "Another round, ladies?" The bartender at the Four Seasons gestures to the nearly empty bottle of champagne chilling in the ice bucket. Victoria Sterling, my former best friend, raises her glass with a laugh that's too loud and too sharp. "Absolutely. We're celebrating, after all." Amanda Cross leans back in her chair, surveying the crowded restaurant with satisfaction. "I still can't believe she actually did it. Aria Hart, filing for divorce. Who saw that coming?"

she said, quieter now, "you still won’t tell me what’s going on with your wife?" That did it. My attention snapped back to her so fast my jaw clenched before I could stop it. Isadora had been my friend—my business partner—for over three years now. We’d drifted apart a few months back, life and work pulling us in different directions, until a few days ago when business shoved us back into the same space. "Asher," she prompted. "I already told you," I said tightly, "we’re divorced. Is there something else you’re hoping to hear?"

“He was so passionate. He even ripped my underwear off. He’s never done that before.” “Shit. So it was that good?” “It was that good.” She groans. “I’m getting hot thinking about creepy face Zade and his cheating ass.” I laugh. “Girl, truth is the truth. You get your best friend pregnant while married? You’re a cheater.” “So what are you gonna do?” “I’m going through with the divorce.” “That’s my girl. Don’t let that man con you back with some good dick.” I laugh. “You are something else.”

Now that some parts of her were exposed, Madam Claudia, Lady Sophie, and Irene will use that against her to ruin her name. "I am completely clueless right now, Lyla. I've been distracted by the divorce," Fabe sighed, "But everything will be fine now. I am officially divorced. I am ready to move on." "Are you?" Lyla gestured to the table where the food was ready. Fabe breathe the air of freedom. Hopeful that Hamilton will be off of her shoulder forever. It's a new beginning to start over and embrace herself as Donovan. Mimi invited Fabe to join her in bowling. Since it was weekend, she thought that her best friend needed a diversion. The divorce is official. Of course, Fabe will be affected s