Divorced Besties Novels & Stories

But maybe I was just a distraction to dull the pain of his wife’s betrayal. Even then, I didn't give up. I believed Paul and I shared something special. The love had left his marriage ages ago, there was nothing left there to salvage. And Lexi, yes, she was my best friend, but in time she'd understand. I wasn't the cause of their impending divorce; her mother's infidelity was.

Hannah muttered, "I saw Jake and Carla traveling together on Instagram." I stayed silent, suddenly realizing that after every previous divorce, I had compulsively refreshed Jake and Carla's posts, torturing myself. Except this time. Seeing my quiet, Hannah's tone softened with sympathy. "Did you two… divorce again?" In our circle, she was the only one who knew about my repeated marriages and divorces with Jake. "Yeah… divorced." Hannah sighed, offering a steady stream of comforting words.

"Do you know how much the company's stock has tanked since news of your kidnapping broke? You brought all this bad luck with you!" I clenched my teeth and fought to keep my voice steady. "Sam, don't push it!" "Push it? You were the one who begged me to marry you like your life depended on it, and now you're the one begging for a divorce! What do you want from me?" His words were getting more vile by the second. I couldn't take it anymore. With a sharp click, I hung up and, hands still trembling, blocked his number.

“Getting married. Living a happy life after they threw me away to die. I always thought they might one day regret what they did. That they were reflecting on their actions. But no.” Her jaw tightened. “So I decided to get back on my feet.” “That’s perfect,” Marcus said. Marcus pulled out his phone. “I also want to see what that cruel man had to say.” He scrolled for a moment, then sighed heavily and looked up at her. “You won’t believe what he said.” Maya’s heart clenched. “What?” “When he was asked about his ex-wife, he posted on I*******m that you had a lover. That you willingly signed the divorce papers and that the child you were carrying belonged to that lover.”

' 'Socialite Aurora Vale Dragged for Causing Husband to Cheat' ‘The fall from grace’ ‘Vale heiress goes into hiding after divorce. ‘The fall of the great.’ I held my breath as I clicked on the first article. > ‘Damien Sinclair's Divorce: The Truth Finally Surfaces’ > After months of silence, new details have emerged about the shocking divorce between billionaire heir Damien Sinclair and his ex-wife, Aurora Vale.

When she asked why I seemed off, I couldn’t keep it in anymore and spilled everything that had been on my mind all day. I arched one of my brows, waiting for her to continue. “Make them fall for each other,” she suggested. “Once your wife starts giving her attention to someone else, there’s a high possibility that she might be the one to initiate the divorce. Doesn’t that sound perfect?” I considered her suggestion carefully. Given the situation, it could actually work to my advantage. If it was successful, Amanda and I could finally be together again. We’d get married, and we’d build a life together just as we had always dreamed.

Beatrice let out a small, broken whimper, the reality of their disposability finally sinking in. "No... no, we can’t let that happen," Beatrice whispered, her voice shaking with a raw, shattered terror. "If he divorces you, Lydia, we have nowhere to go. No one will take us in. Fk... fk, Silas, we’re going to lose everything for real this time. We’ll be begging for change."

After requesting an extended leave from my boss, I boarded a flight abroad. Of course, before leaving, I didn't forget to send Sebastian the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, along with the evidence of his affair that I had gathered. If he had any sense, he would sign them. If not, things would only get ugly in the end. This trip had no fixed destination—I just wanted to get away, see new places, taste new foods. Life had to go on. There was no need to punish myself for someone else's mistakes.

"I mean because the man I want you to marry is the one you love and love you but instead of that... you ended up marrying me. Your one and only gay best friend." "Rather than me marrying that Owen! It's better that I marry you. Don't you want to?" "Of course, you're better off, you're not toxic like the other girls and boys there! Then if we live together in the same house, we won't have any problems." "I thought about that too! And when we find the one, the one we were meant to be, we can get divorced right! Isn't easy??" I smiled at him. "Yes, it is!" How many times did we catch up and laugh?

“But I meant I’m divorced. It’s done. Signed, sealed, and finalized. Adrian handled everything. It was so clean and quiet. I can’t believe Marc let us go.” Floral squealed. “Do you mean this?” Tears of joy crowded my eyes, and I tipped my head back. “Of course I do,” I said, sniffling. “Adrian is the best thing that has happened to me. I thought I would never fall in love or find anyone new after Marc, but look at me now.” “Sophia, you deserve everything,” she whispered. “What about you? How’s the family?” She sighed. “Good. No divorce, but we're still separated.” I said nothing, mostly because she’d never given me the details of their breakup. But her husband didn’t seem as bad as Marc.