Divorced Besties Novels & Stories

She began to explain but was cut halfway. “You went out with the very man I told you to run away from?” Selene asked in shock. Amara bit her bottom lip when she realized that she had a lot to tell her best friend. “I'm divorcing Brandon. So I need his help. Mum won't help me, and I need someone powerful on my side.” Amara explained.. “I see, I get you, babe. Know that I'm here cheering you on.” Selene said. A soft knock on the door made Amara look up when she was met with a hot gaze that sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't remember what happened the previous night.

I stared at Hayden in disbelief — confused, disappointed, and angry–then strode out with heavy steps toward my room. “Katlyn!” Hayden called after me. “Let her,” his father said, stopping him. Inside my room, I grabbed my phone. The comments were blowing up everywhere. She’s a flirt. Why would Katlyn steal her best friend’s ex? They’re enemies, right? How did they end up married? They met at a club. Look at this video. That video had over a million views. I tapped it. There I was, hair being pulled, wine flying into Hayden’s face. The whole world was watching.

I could kiss my best friend right now right in the lips!! Only, I'm not gay and she would probably kill me. If I did that, she would definitely definitely definitely murder me. She was the epitome of pretty hurts "You deserve to be spoiled,” Ruth insists, thrusting a gift card for a spa session into my hand. Her no-nonsense stare silences my protests before they even begin. “Go,” she says firmly, “and let yourself feel good for once.” Forty, divorced, and starting over—I never thought this would be my reality. The ink on the papers is barely dry and the weight of an unhappy marriage finally lifted.

“Was it Zeke Mathews? How long were you two lovers before we divorced?” “That’s none of your business,” Thalassa managed to say despite the ache in her chest. “And you have some audacity judging me when you were also having a relationship with my supposed best friend all along. She announced that she was pregnant only a month after we divorced, and the two of you got married afterward.” His nostrils flared. “That’s not how things happened between Karen and me. We weren’t—” “Save your breath, because I don’t care, Kris. The two of you deserve each other, anyway.”

“I am glad you can see that, mom.” She said with a laugh. “Tell me it isn’t his!” her mother demanded loudly. “Well, I can tell you that it is my husband's,” Bailey said with a smile. “Husband?” her father finally asked. “See, I got married a few months ago to the most perfect man,” Bailey said. Max laughed. “And I got married to the most wonderful woman,” Max said. “No, no, no, This can’t be happening.” Her mother said as she shook her head. “Look, you two can get divorced.”

"Why am I being asked this question?" "Because when you undergo divorce, you allow your other spouse to leave with her children or you take custody of them. But she's here. She's living with you and even hosting your dinner together. How unconventional. What's the gist, Michael? Tell me. I am your best friend, remember?" "There is nothing to tell." I gritted out. "Besides, we are no longer best friends. We stopped being best friends when you decided to take sides with Jennifer who cheated on me. Friends don't do that."

“How does it feel to be finally divorced, Calvin?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Well, so far so good.” “What sort of a question is that, man?” Kylie, my other friend replied. “It’s a divorce at the end of the day. And divorces are not rosy.” “Yes, mine wasn’t either.” I said. “Come on, man.” Jonathan said, “You hated Cassie, remember? Good riddance. Look at Becky. She’s your woman now. Aren’t you happy?” “I am.”

, that was true. Becky was one woman I dated that loved working, she was the best person to meet for business plans and advices. I smiled, "Away from me a little, let's talk about you". .She shrugged, "Well I'm divorced, with no kids thank God". "Divorced? when did you get married that you got divorced?". "A year after we broke up, met a rich black man, signed a prenup and got married, 6 months later I find him inches in a man; he was gay".

And he was happy that I wanted a divorce. The irony of it almost made me laugh. Then again, what did I expect? I shouldn’t forget. He was in love with his best friend. He didn’t love me, he made it clear from the beginning of our marriage. “Betty,” he said, his voice cutting through the heavy silence like it had every right to exist there, as if it wasn’t tearing me apart piece by piece, “you’ve never been in love, that’s why you are angry.” For a second, I thought I misheard him.

" Do you know the best thing about divorcing you was?" I stayed silent cause I didn't think I needed to answer her. She continued, "It was to get away from all the chaos that your mother and sister put me through, and now, now your wannabe Mrs Millian is giving me a headache. Fix it!" She yelled while walking towards the door, opening it, " Go home. I can't stand to see your face right now."