Divorced Besties Novels & Stories

"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

Today is the day. The day that I am finally divorcing my husband. The thought should have hurt more. Three years ago, Genevieve Everhart would have cried at the idea of divorce. Two years ago, she would have begged for another chance. A year ago, she might have stayed awake all night wondering what she had done wrong. Today, in three hours, twenty-seven minutes, and fourteen seconds, my marriage will officially cease to exist. I’ve honestly waited thirty days for this moment.

If love wasn't exclusive and uniquely mine, I wouldn't want it. I looked off into the distance at Luca, who was busy kissing up to anyone he could find with a wine glass in hand, and then looked back at Daphne. "Before you ask me why I divorced you, ask yourself if you've fallen in love with your best friend. We loved each other deeply, and there was no bad blood between us. Why did our marriage fail? "Because there was a third person. My dad and a massive fortune couldn't pull us apart, but the moment your feelings wavered, everything crumbled."

“Wow!! How is Jojo? It's been ages. “You need to see Jojo’s picture, Jane; she is so hot. She has three kids and when she was done with childbearing, she did Liposion. Sarah showed me Jojo’s bikini pictures and all I could say was Wow! She was hot. I admired her flat abs and well-constructed Butt. “She is looking great, but isn't she married? “She was married but she is divorced. She is in New York and she is celebrating her divorce party here. She invited Us. So get ready; we party tonight. “Celebrating her divorce? Is that even a thing? Why do people glorify divorce these days? Gone are the days when people got divorced and tried to hide it from the public but now everyone is celebrating i