Divorced But Delighted Novels & Stories

I looked at the twins jumping and shouting happily, as well as Corbin, who was hurriedly putting on his coat. I clenched my fists and called out to Corbin, "Wait." Corbin didn't stop whatever he was doing. "What? We can talk again after I'm back. I'm going to get Ingrid now. Don't cause any more trouble for me." I felt as if my heart had been torn in two. "It won't happen anymore, forever. Let's get a divorce, Corbin Stallone."

She smiled and crossed her arms over her chest. “Can today get any worse?” Jane staggered backward, feeling all used and shit. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. “Anyway, its over now, Jane. Now that you know, sign the divorce papers and leave us in peace!” Abigail barked. “You are the most shameless woman I have ever met. I just have one thing to say to you,”

Sensing that there was a chance of him changing his mind, Samantha heaved a sigh of relief. "I advise you to think twice about this. I don't mind you divorcing me, but you need to think it through carefully. Who would benefit the most from our divorce?"

They got intimate? "Damn it.".he gritted between his teeth. Why would they make out when they had just few weeks to go? He'd been so happy when his informant reported that they barely lived like couples in the house. It gave him hope that Adira wouldn't have a difficult time moving on when they divorce. So, why the hell were they getting intimate with just little time left? He rose to his feet, inserting his hands in his trouser pockets and pacing round his office. What if they become too attached and cancel the divorce plans?

That had been exactly the therapy I needed. "Immediately. I’ll just ask Kate to book the next available flight to New York," I responded. For once, I felt delighted about everything—especially Adrian’s assurance that my debts had been cleared. My holiday finally came to an end after Kate booked the next available flight to New York City. Adrian drove back to his apartment while I returned to the Penhurst Family Estate to unwind. It had been an unforgettable experience, one I would welcome again at the slightest opportunity. I felt more relaxed—ready to finalize the divorce proceedings. That was the only thing occupying my mind during the entire flight.

After four long years of endurance, endless nights of tears, and the quiet, gnawing ache of one-sided love, here I was—divorced, broken, but not defeated. Eight months ago, I had thought my marriage to Lance left me with nothing but scars and regrets. Yet, as I cradled my daughter Bella, watching her tiny face as she slept, I realized she was my unexpected miracle, my blessing born from pain.

“That’s… nice to hear.” She nodded slowly, then looked down for a second before meeting my eyes again. “Can I tell you something personal?” “Sure,” I said. She took a deep breath. “I’m going to divorce my husband.” The words hit me like a small wave I didn’t expect. “Oh… I’m sorry.” She shook her head quickly. “Don’t be. We’ve been unhappy for a long time. We smile for pictures, but it’s not real. I guess… seeing you and him made me remember what real happiness looks like.”

“But I couldn’t care less about them anymore. Mary blinked. “What do you mean?” Because we’re over.” “We got divorced.” “Really?” “Yes,” Ree said with a small but genuine smile. “And I’m happy we did. Now I’m slowly finding myself again.” She leaned back in her chair. “Anyway, that’s the only good news I have to share.” She glanced at Mary. “I wanted to tell you before, but I couldn’t bring myself to say such embarrassing things. But now that I have… I feel free.”

The only thing I didn't mention was the countless times I'd wanted to call her just to talk for a bit. "And today, my divorce was finally finalized," I concluded with a sad smile. "Wow! So much has happened. But you know what, Rick? I'm glad you're finally divorced." She didn't look at me, instead staring intently at the glass in front of her. "Oh yeah? And why does my divorce make you so happy?" I gave a humorless smile. "Because now you can move on!" "It's not that simple, Belle. I'm broken in so many ways, and even though things with Tess are over, it still hurts."

She longed to leap onto the stage and throw her arms around him. Her joy was premature. "That was then. She was my wife—no more, no less. We are going through a divorce. I'll be single again soon," I said, smiling with relief. The words stabbed Hera's chest like a dagger. Agony washed over her. Tears sprang from her eyes, this time born of despair. She slumped back into her seat, murmuring, "But I never agreed to this…" The cheering drowned out her voice. "He's going to be single soon! Hear that?!"