Divorced But Delighted Novels & Stories

I stared blankly at the divorce papers for a long time. l couldn't help but smile bitterly. Being friends after a divorce seemed forever elusive for me and Jaclyn Dills. We were bitter rivals when we got married, and even after the divorce, we couldn't let go. I stared blankly at the divorce papers for a long time. This winter was cold and lengthy, but no matter how cold and lengthy, there would be an end. In April, the weather was unusually warm, my body had fully recovered, and this child was well-behaved, unlike the tumultuous pregnancy with Perry. Nausea was rare, and my appetite was surprisingly good.

shaky but firm. She wasn’t going to run anymore. “Your dad and I are divorced,” she said, forcing herself to meet their eyes, even as every fiber of her being screamed at her to look away. “I don’t know about marrying someone else yet, but…” she hesitated, “I am never going back to your Daddy.” Silence. Heavy. Deafening. To them, her words felt like an irreversible curse. Zara’s entire body trembled, but she stood her ground, not letting their stares crush her.

Rowan’s chest tightened painfully. “But tonight,” she continued, “I realized something worse.” Her voice broke slightly. “You loved me enough to leave.” Rowan closed his eyes. The truth cut deeper than any accusation. Amara turned to him. “And now you’re ready to do it again.” Rowan finally spoke, his voice low and rough. “If it keeps you safe.” Amara’s heart shattered. “You don’t get to decide that alone.” Rowan frowned. “Amara—” “You divorced me without asking what I wanted,” she said, emotion rising. “You erased our marriage like it was a mistake you needed to correct.”

I could take them and build the life I wanted, free from the obligation to read anyone's mood or seek anyone's approval. Edric wanted me out of the capital, and that suited me perfectly. The Regent's household had never been anything but a gilded cage, and I had wanted to leave for a long time. I had Finch bring the gold to my courtyard, and right there in front of him, I picked up a quill and signed my name on the divorce acknowledgment. Suvanne Thayne. The strokes were clean, without a moment of hesitation. Then, I called for my things to be packed.

Her eyes were practically glowing with smugness. Then she opened her mouth. "Well, well… look who's here. It's Mrs. Harrington," she said, dripping with fake sweetness. She covered her mouth with a theatrical little giggle. "Oh, but I guess I can't call you that anymore. You and Brad are divorced. And you walked away with nothing. Can you even afford this place? You're not going to pull a dine-and-dash, are you?" I gave her a calm, small smile. "You don't need to worry about my marriage," I said. "Anyway, aren't you supposed to have depression? You don't seem depressed at all."

A group of people approached them, their eyes fixated on Rita. One of them, a charismatic stranger with a mischievous grin, looked directly at Rita and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?" Rita's eyes met Jaden's for a fleeting moment, both silently acknowledging the complexities of their current situation. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak her truth. "Actually, I just went through a divorce," she replied, her voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and newfound strength. The strangers' faces lit up with excitement, the prospect of pursuing Rita once again fueling their enthusiasm.

Asher responds. My heart broke again. Divorce? I didn’t want to believe what my ears were hearing. It couldn’t be Asher saying all this. “Well, when you finally get divorced, we can get married,” Amber says excitedly. He nods, “Yes, my love, I can’t wait to finally make you mine. The thought of waking up next to you every morning makes me want to get over the divorce case. I can’t wait to publicly make you mine, and announce to everyone that you belong to me.

I reply coolly. His eyes flick over my face, reading more than I want him to. “I was under the impression you two were still attached at the hip,” he says smoothly. “Married last I heard.” The word married lands heavy between us and something in my chest twists. “We are divorced,” I say flatly. His eyebrows lift slightly not in shock but more like interest. “Is that so,” he murmurs. “That is unfortunate.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “For who?”

“Diane, I threw a birthday party for you twice. You didn’t show up.” “Because I was busy!” “Exactly! You’re always fucking busy.” The veins in my neck bulged. “Do you even remember you’re married? Because it seems like I’m the only one putting some effort into making this work. I love you, Diane. I love you so fucking much, but sometimes you make it hard to.” I took a step forward, my voice cracking. “We sleep in different rooms, baby. Have you ever wondered how that made me feel?” “How did it make you feel?” She repeated.

He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her in comfort. " I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry." He said soothingly. Sydney clung to him, tightly and without care this time. She couldn't care; she wasn't married anymore, and there was nothing she had to worry about. " You said I shouldn't hold my pain in, let me cry. " Gabriel was aware of how less self-conscious she was when holding him. He asked, " Did anything happen between you and Gavin?" " We...we divorced." She cried.