Divorced But Delighted Novels & Stories

Still, I see some changes in your actions, and it gives me the idea of you already giving me some of your love, and that made me happy, Beatrice; I am so glad about that, though destiny seems to be playful as it made us apart from each other now. My time with you made me realize that you’re a rare gem. I am happy that even in the shortest period, God let me have you, so please don’t be sad as I made a decision to make a divorce and signed it already without you knowing it as I want you to be happy with the real man who can make you really happy, Beatrice.

"That's right. They just arrived. Thank you hubby." When the call ended, Gemma grabbed the envelope and tore it open as if she was looking forward to the divorce. Aside from the divorce papers, there was a Happy Divorce card signed off with a note in his handwriting at the bottom. [Honestly, I didn't know these existed. To think people celebrate occasions that are supposed to be heartbreaking.] She could picture him laughing as he wrote that part and smiled as she read the rest of it. [But who am I to judge? I'm the happiest man on earth today. Darrell asked me what I was happy about and when I told him that I was divorcing you, he looked like he was about to feel my forehead for a fever.]

“I'm sure the guests at your divorce party will do justice to it,” “A divorce party?” The words came out awkwardly like it was the first time I knew they could be used together like that. He nodded enthusiastically anyway; “I can't look away as you bedrot anymore, get out there, meet somebody new and show that loser what he's missing out on!” It was silly, and petty too but I was tired and feeling and looking like crap. The divorce had granted me momentary satisfaction, securing millions in alimony and shared property was a sure win that had embraced my cold heart like a warm, cozy blanket.

I watched their love blossom yet it was cut short by the hands of the devil I married as a husband. I do not want to be remembered as your wife, I do not want to go on to the world beyond with your name stained to my garment. I would love to be cremated as a divorced woman, a divorcee is far better than being your wife. you are hurt but I wish I could pull out my heart for you so you see just how dead it looks.

It was warm, soft, and almost disbelieving. "Of course I'm happy, baby." His voice dropped lower. “In fact, I'm thrilled." Lucas relaxed slightly, but something still felt wrong. Alex continued. "You have no idea how happy I am." And that part was painfully true, because for so long he'd imagined hearing those words. I'm getting divorced. I'm leaving her. I'm choosing my own future. He should have been celebrating. Instead, his chest felt tight. Because something had changed. Something he hadn't expected.

"He's even bringing her over for dinner tonight." Ollie's eyes grew round with exaggerated surprise. "Whoa! What did you do to get her to agree to end up with you?" He chuckled and punched me on the shoulder in what was supposed to be a playful manner, but he deliberately packed a lot of power into the punch. I didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me wince. "Well, I'll believe you've gotten yourself a fiance when I see it... Oh, sorry, her." Grandma Martha nodded in agreement. "Anyway... did grandma tell you I've gotten officially divorced? I've gotten someone much, much better, someone more worthy of our family name." "Good for you," I said, keeping my expression deadpan.

My voice trails off. ”Or are you jealous right now?" I further asked carefully. My curiosity tugged at me, wishing he would tell me that. “You wish, Emily?" Liam scoffed and clicked his tongue. “I am still standing on the clause written on the contract we both signed. You can't see any man until we are divorced, Emily," Liam interjected, his tone turning menacing. I wasn't sad. I am just glad he made me not regret the decision I have made to divorce him.

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.

“Hummed. Have a safe drive.” After the simple exchange, Galvin headed to the door in a hurry. Kristel pursed her lips as she tasted the bitterness spread in her mouth. She thought, “He could not wait to file the divorce, huh?” Kristel was left alone, feeling deserted in this beautiful house. She lazily got up from her chair, gathered the plates, brought them to the sink, and washed them. Now that she signed the divorce papers. It’s time for her to move out. For some reason, she felt relieved that she was now free from this beautiful prison.

She petitioned the court, alleging she had signed the divorce papers against her will, bringing the divorce proceedings to a halt. When Elias saw how troubled I was day after day, he leveraged Central Research Institute's influence to put pressure on Keira. While she might not have wanted a divorce, her company couldn't let her act willfully. Thanks to the influence of Central Research Institute, my divorce agreement finally went through. Meanwhile, Project 707 officially kicked off. For the next five years, every single day felt full and meaningful. Beatrice and I made our relationship official. We were a perfect match, complementing each other in every way. Being with her filled me with jo