Divorced But Delighted Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Should I be grateful for that?” He faltered for a second, clearly not expecting that. “I do not want you again,” I said, slowly, clearly, so there would be no room for misunderstanding. “I am happily married. I have a child. I have a husband who loves me, who cherishes me, who never once made me feel like I was a burden.”

“I just went through a divorce, have two kids about to enter college, and a battle for assets ahead.” “Welcome to the divorced club,” she said with a slight smile. “And a tip from a divorcee to a newly divorced: this phase passes, as difficult as it may be.” “I hope you're right,” he murmured. Helena smiled, conveying a sense of hope. “I am,” she assured him. “You'll get through this, just like I did.” ***

he explained. As he said that, my grin grew wider. "So does it mean that I'm officially divorced? Does it mean that I'm no longer married to— to that woman?" I seriously had to reconfirm. He sighed, seeming like I was being disturbing. "Yes sir. You are now a divorcee. You're back to being a bachelor." He assured me. "Yes!" I uncontrollably rejoiced. It still felt so much like a dream. A dream that always felt like it wasn't going to come true.

To get over a old lover, I need to be under a new one. “Hey gorgeous.” I smiled, my words a little bit slurred but I don’t care. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He said, finding his way around my hips pulling me closer. I should pull it away but today I felt rebellious so I only smiled at him. “Well I am getting divorced, I can't help but feel happy.” “Oh really. It must suck for that fella. Because he just lost the most sexiest woman I have ever set my eyes on.”

“You’ve been so helpful. It’s rare to find someone who actually listens.” I laugh. “Well, helping people find the right piece is my favorite part of the job. You can always tell when someone is buying with love. It shows.” There’s a brief silence. Just a beat. Then he says, a little sheepish, “You’re married?” I smile politely, not thinking much of it. “Divorced.” “Ah,” he nods. “Well, whoever let you go’s probably still regretting it.” I laugh, brushing it off. “You’re sweet. But I think I’m better off now.”

How can he go to his room and rest when he knows something is wrong. “Did Adrian and Ava get divorced peacefully?” Old man Lester asked, trying to stall for time as he waited for Adrian to arrive. “They didn't get divorced,” Richard declared. They're not divorced but have been separated forever. This kind of separation was worse and more painful than being divorced. “That's good news” grandfather grumbled under his breath. Isn't that what he wanted, they should not be divorced? Richard and Anna exchanged glances and both remained mute. Good news, he said? It's terrible news instead. Because he would feel sad when he heard what happened to Ava.

The man says and I take a deep breath. The words jump out at me and close my throat as my mind being mean to me repeats the title over and over again: divorce settlement. Helmut, he wants to divorce me. What a great day, I find out that I will be a mother and now that I will be a divorced mother in one day. My day can't get any better.

Then, without the slightest hesitation in my heart, I said, "Jason, it's too late for all of that. We're already divorced. I'm doing well now, and I'm happy. You should go back and live your own life." The word divorced seemed to cause Jason pain as all he could do was to stand there frozen.

Our relationship used to be simple, sweet, and ordinary. I replied bluntly, "Congratulations." If my departure meant Jessica could finally find her own happiness, then the divorce was the best outcome for both of us.

“I think she was, uh, she was neither happy nor sad. I think she was just, you know, okay with it.” “Well, from your expressions earlier, I gather that you don’t believe your mother was very happy about this decision?” “I have no idea that she wanted a divorce,” I concurred, “So I really don’t know if she was happy or sad about it.” “Well, apparently, she was really happy with the decision and bid Mr. Achilles Roman goodbye on this cab, holding hands and smiling,” she took out her phone and showed me a photo of them, “And as you are aware, Mr. Achilles mediated the divorce.”