Divorced Besties Novels & Stories

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?"

“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

"Gone." His eyebrow arched. "Gone where? To the land of the dead?" Melanie's voice was flat. "Just gone." "You're a divorcee, I presume?" Melanie nodded avoiding his eye contact. "A divorced widow, then," Luca stated. She corrected him swiftly. "No, just a divorcee. Not a widow. My ex-husband has no role in our lives anymore." Luca nodded, his expression unreadable. "Good to know. I don't want any drama. You're my family now."

“Pick yourself up. We’ve been invited to the Sweet Body party; everyone’s invited. I’m not missing it, and neither are you.” “I didn’t even check my phone,” I replied. “I don’t feel like going.” She frowned. “Why? You’re not sick, so what’s your problem” “Marcus left me,” I blurted out, cutting her off. My voice cracked. “He divorced me.” The words drained whatever strength I had left. My legs felt weak. “Oh my God, Anna…” Jessie pulled me into a hug, stroking my hair gently. “It’s going to be okay.”

Even more sharply, her companion added, "Harmony, at least, wasn’t a divorcee.” This remark triggered even more satisfaction from the women around, who were now looking at me mockingly.

Wilson's POV I'd finally done it. I had finally told Vivian I wanted a divorce. It was something I had been contemplating for months now and I was finally going to get it. I knew the moment I saw Bianca that she was different. Completely different from any woman I had ever seen before, I thought as I watched her dance seductively on the dance floor wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination. She looked stunning and she was all mine.

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.

I paused and uttered slowly, "Also, Neil and I are officially divorced. The Young family's affairs have absolutely nothing to do with me anymore!" Marianne's voice was shrill, almost piercing my eardrums. "Good riddance! You’ve been married for two years, and you haven't even given birth to a baby yet! My grandson should’ve divorced you long ago! Now that you're divorced, get the hell out of my sight and stop bothering my grandson!" Her insults never stopped. Liam could hear them from beside me, even though I did not put the call on speaker.

Having observed all these unbearable attitudes from Charles, she restrained her annoyance within herself. While all these reasons were going to-and-fro inside her, she had made up her mind to divorce him and get married to another man, who would love to her wish. Someone who would acknowledge and bear on his shoulder the consequences of a loved wife, who would share the battle of warfare of love with his mate and whose character would be most admirable and wouldn’t neglect his mate. She counted her fingers many times and confirmed mathematically that five of her girlfriends had been divorce victims. Consequently, she lived in twilight world, not fearing that if she ever walked away, Charles