Divorced But Delighted Novels & Stories

“Brother, I want to leave with you. Please deal with the divorce documents and procedures as soon as possible.” She then stood up and dragged her tired body out of the house and towards her brother, Matt’s car. Matt stood there looking at her lonely departing figure and sighed. However, he thought that it was a good thing cause her mother had missed her and had been hoping that Elaine would one day go to her.

“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.

Must you destroy everything before you're finally happy with yourself? The immense pain in my cheek turned numb. I slowly raised my head and looked at him. All my feelings for him were completely dead. Even the last embers had long been scattered by the storm. Amidst the whispers, I endured the throbbing pain in my face and pulled the divorce papers from my bag. My voice was hoarse as I said, "I don't want the title of 'Mrs. Geyser' anymore, nor any of those things you said you gave me, Solomon Geyser. Let's get divorced."

That single sentence stirred up a huge commotion. Everyone present was stunned by Irene's announcement. "Divorce? Mr. Graham and Ms. Whitley's love story was the envy of so many! How could they possibly be divorced?" "Is the Graham family saying this just to distance themselves from her?" "Mr. Graham, is it true? Did you and Ms. Whitley really get divorced?" "What exactly happened?" "Did Ms. Whitley do this to get revenge on the Graham family?"

After all, I couldn’t be mean to an older woman. Grace looked worn out and conflicted when she saw me. I understood her feelings and ordered her some hot milk. I waited for her to speak, and her lips twitched as she asked, “How’s Ava?” Immediately after, she burst into tears. I had to admit she doted on my daughter. “She’s okay but not as perky as before,” I spoke blandly despite myself. I noticed her sad expression and added, “You’re welcome to visit her anytime.” My words encouraged Grace, and she held my hand, “Can you reconsider the divorce?”

He was divorcing me? “N-No…” I whispered shakily. The papers slipped from my fingers onto the bed. “No…” I mumbled again. Damien looked completely calm. “We both know this marriage no longer serves any purpose.” he said to me. I stared at him in horror. “You want to divorce me?” I coughed out in shock. “I already made my decision.” he said quietly. My chest tightened so painfully that it became hard to breathe. “No…” I cried, shaking my head desperately. “Damien please… no…”

Mom stayed silent for a long time before finally saying, "As long as you're happy." Dad took the phone and mumbled, "Tell me if you need any money." "Cool," I replied. The call ended. I sat on my couch and stared blankly at the wall. "Damn. I'm divorced now. Three years of marriage. Boom. Gone." Of course, I mourned it a little, but honestly, I felt relieved. I felt like Madeline Fenton again, not Madeline Bates, the idiotic wife whose entire life revolved around Xavier.

He went to where Bianca was still lying on the bed, with a smug look on her face and held her hands as he stared at me and said those four earth shattering words "I want a divorce”

her eyes watered with tears melting my heart. “I—” Her voice cracked as she sucked in a deep breath. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, staring at her shoes before her eyes flickered back to mine, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile that faltered. “I think we should divorce,” My world stopped tilting. “Whatever this is between us makes no sense. I appreciate everything you’ve done to help me and every effort you have taken to find my daughter. I would leave first thing tomorrow morning, get an apartment and I can pay you back if you want so I don't feel indebted to you,”

“Okay, okay. I get it. But I just… I’ve been thinking. About us. About everything we used to have.” “There is no us, Harold. We’re divorced.” His eyes pleaded with mine. “But that can change. People get remarried all the time, Audrey. We could start over. Really… try this time.” That actually made me laugh—sharp and cold. “Start over?” I shook my head, crossing my arms. “I thank God every day that we ended. You tore me down every time I tried to dream. You never believed in anything I was or wanted to be. I have no desire to revisit that nightmare.”