Romans & histoires Divorced But Delighted

“I heard he tried really hard to convince Emily in front of both lawyers, but she wouldn’t even look at him. When he walked out, he looked like a ghost. Didn’t you say you were waiting to see him before leaving? You didn’t see him?” Cecelia was rattling on, fired up with excitement. “They’re finally getting divorced! Honestly, I thought it’d drag on longer, but if it’s over before the baby’s born? That’s a relief…” On the other end, Amelia had tuned out everything but one phrase: The court might finalize their divorce early. Her heart, which had hit rock bottom, suddenly caught a flicker of light. It lit her up from the inside. So that’s why Aaron looked so out of it… it wasn’t because of me

“Don't say anything; I know how.” Smiling, she goes, “Good, now what are you going to do about him?” Good question, “I'm still going through with the divorce and getting my freedom from the Milian family.” They treated me like garbage when I was married to him, and I don't want to go back to that. “ Oh my god!” she yelled excitedly, “I got it you two could start dating after the divorce” Getting up from my spot, I touched her forehead to make sure she wasn't sick because she was starting to talk nonsense. “ nope, no, nope,” I told “ that's not going to happen” I was trying to make myself believe my own words.

"No wonder Mr. Graham left you! You deserve it!" "Wait, did you really get divorced?"

Her voice was calm, and her expression showed no sadness. “W-what?” Tracy was surprised. She seemed to think for a moment. Then she asked, “So, should I congratulate you on your marriage or your divorce?” Darlene shrugged. “Whatever you want.” Then she and Tracy laughed. Looking down, Darlene began to recount the bitter events she had experienced. “Hmm… I’m curious about what kind of man your husband is. Doesn’t he know that his ex-wife is a famous painter?” Darlene grimaced. “He’s a very handsome and extraordinary man…” But the words stopped in her throat.

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

I paused and uttered slowly, "Also, Neil and I are officially divorced. The Young family's affairs have absolutely nothing to do with me anymore!" Marianne's voice was shrill, almost piercing my eardrums. "Good riddance! You’ve been married for two years, and you haven't even given birth to a baby yet! My grandson should’ve divorced you long ago! Now that you're divorced, get the hell out of my sight and stop bothering my grandson!" Her insults never stopped. Liam could hear them from beside me, even though I did not put the call on speaker.

“Wow, young lady, so you’re glad you had a miscarriage? Who’s going to claim Harley and act like her father?” “I won’t allow you to insult my Harley and Theresa like that. I will take care of everything. Don’t be too relaxed or happy,” Jayden said in a strong voice. “So, you are secretly dating Jayden. I can see through your conversation.” Jayden could no longer hide his annoyance in his expression. “And so what if she is—or we are? At least she’s no longer your wife.” Those were the last words he said before hanging up. “I am prepared for the divorce. We have to go.” I wore my flip-flops.

He had only ever lied to me once—on our wedding day, holding me close, whispering, "From now on, I'll love only you." Men who are good with words are always liars. He seemed slightly surprised at my composure. In the past, after signing the papers, I would collapse, sobbing uncontrollably in front of him. "So, this time… I'm moving out…" Jake hesitated over his words, but I cut him off. "No need. I'll move out. I'm almost done packing." Surprise flashed across his face. The first time we divorced, I had lost control and thrown his things out of the house.

Beatrice let out a small, broken whimper, the reality of their disposability finally sinking in. "No... no, we can’t let that happen," Beatrice whispered, her voice shaking with a raw, shattered terror. "If he divorces you, Lydia, we have nowhere to go. No one will take us in. Fk... fk, Silas, we’re going to lose everything for real this time. We’ll be begging for change."

My phone buzzed and I immediately picked it up. I checked it and saw it was a message from Nathan. ‘Congrats.’ It was a simple short text. I replied and put down my phone. I couldn’t believe how things were now. We were a great couple but now here we are separated. Divorced. It was all his doing but now I’m so happy to have Alex and he genuinely loves me. The wedding was set for a few months and I was so excited to plan it.