Divorced But Delighted Mga Nobela at Kwento

Getting divorced was the best thing that ever happened to me, because it brought me to the man who loved me more than anything in the world. The end.

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.

Why should she stay any longer? Just then, someone patted her on the shoulder. A nurse helped her sit up, smiling. "Ms. Brooks, from the looks of it, you're already married, right?" Maria smiled. "Divorced." The nurse froze, then quickly glanced at the doctor. The doctor simply shot her a look. The nurse stuck out her tongue, flustered. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm really sorry." "No need to apologize. You should be happy for me. Who says divorce has to be something sad? I'm finally out of the fire," Maria said as she patted the nurse's arm. "So, congratulate me. wish you happiness too."

I giggle, “What's got you so down today?” “Oh, nothing really. I'm just getting depressed about my father's condition, so I'm not into working. Anyway, what's up?” “Well, it's final...I'm officially a divorced woman!” He whistles in my ear causing me to hold the phone a foot away from my ear. “That's great news! We should celebrate!” He beams through the phone. “You know what, I think you're right,” I say matching his enthusiasm. “What are you doing right now?” His voice lowers.

Then, she started looking me over to check if I was hurt anywhere. Once she was sure I hadn't suffered even the slightest injury, she breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How did it go?" I held up the divorce agreement in my hand with a grin. "From now on, I'm officially a fabulously wealthy single lady!" Cordelia's eyes lit up when she saw Irvin's signature on the divorce agreement. "You're amazing!" she exclaimed, hugging me and jumping for joy. I hugged her back with a smile but didn't say anything.

I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering why she was telling me until I realized she wanted a response, “Oh. What is it?” I tried to remind myself to loosen up my stiff shoulders. She reapplied her lip gloss and smacked her lips together then made a pop sound. “A divorce.” I looked as surprised as I felt. She saw the look on my face and chuckled. “I-um-I..” I stumbled over my words, thinking of the right thing to say. “Um-congratulations?” I offered. She laughed and that made me relax. “Yes, congratulations are in order. You can't love someone who doesn't want your love. It's a hard and lonely journey,” A look crossed her face like she was remembering the past. An ugly one

Why did he appear a little disheveled? Puzzled, she picked up the pen and handed it to him. Finally, the two forms were signed. The staff wrapped up the procedure, and the divorce was finalized. "All the best to both of you." Staring at the divorce certificate as she left the city hall, she struggled to describe her feelings. They dragged out the divorce to the point that she had gotten over the initial heartache. More than anything, she felt a wave of relief. She had once lived solely for love and learned her lesson. After reuniting with the Taylor family, her only wish was to focus on work and bring in the dough. There would be no place for men in her life.

“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.

“We divorced a year ago. Of course, I’ve given up.” Ivory slid his hand into mine. A firm, quiet reassurance. “You never sad about the way we ended it?” Elliot sounded not about to give up on the idea of getting back together. “You know what?” I continued, voice like ice, “The sad part wasn’t seeing you and Owen like this or us divorcing. The sad part was realizing I let myself be treated like garbage for so many years.” I walked past him and Owen while my fingers laced with Ivory’s.

They finished retouching their make up then left. I stopped washing my hands and my heart raced for some reason. The information that we were divorced was public now? I'm certain he and his mother are delighted, I bet he was also excited to be back on the single multi-millionaire list.