Divorced My Ex, Married His Rival Novels & Stories

Business always came first. As Ryan exited the room, I stared at the divorce papers again. The bold, determined signature on her side seemed to echo in my mind. Sophia Reed. The woman I had never bothered to know. It didn’t matter, I told myself. It was just a marriage on paper, a means to an end. One that had now reached its conclusion. I had far bigger things to worry about than some pointless contract. Besides, people come and go in this world. The ones who matter are the ones who contribute to building something greater—people like Mr. Thompson.

I crossed the room, walking slowly, straight and surely not looking away from the line of his shoulders as I covered the distance between us. When I reached him I put two fingers lightly against his back, a tap, barely anything and he turned. I held out the folder for him to take. He opened it and read, his face giving nothing away, not even surprise or satisfaction, nothing that would tell me what was happening behind those eyes. But I knew what was in the folder. The signed final decree. The judge's stamp. My name, free from Cole Holt printed in clean black ink on government paper. The divorce was done.

"There's nothing to make right. It was ten years ago. We're different people now." "Are we?" His voice dropped lower. "Because I've been following your journey. The divorce, the platform you built, everything you've overcome. And I see the same woman I fell in love with in college. The one who was brave enough to dream big even when everyone told her not to." Angela's heart was pounding so hard she was surprised he couldn't hear it. "You don't know anything about me."

Getting my eyes off my ex wife , I turned to look at my girlfriend and then I slowly touched her cheeks in a reassuring manner . “I love you, but not today , let them have their moment . Lelia nods obediently without questioning me . I could only imagine what the press would say about this if they found out that my ex wife had moved on . I just didn’t get it , why was I so mad about this . Deep inside me , I knew that there was something troubling me at this moment , I didn’t know if it was seeing my ex wife with my business competitor or anything else. Solace was my wife for 7 years and I treated her like trash , I knew that .

"Harvey, according to your wife, you are… insignificant." Spreading his hands, he leaned closer to the screen and looked directly at Harvey, who was standing in the conference room. "Your wife called you her ex-husband. Did you really get divorced from the woman who just won first place in a national math competition?" The atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. The shareholders could no longer stay calm. "Mr. Fisher, how could you and your wife get divorced?" "She publicly called you her ex-husband in front of Gingham TV! Is this true?"

“Getting married. Living a happy life after they threw me away to die. I always thought they might one day regret what they did. That they were reflecting on their actions. But no.” Her jaw tightened. “So I decided to get back on my feet.” “That’s perfect,” Marcus said. Marcus pulled out his phone. “I also want to see what that cruel man had to say.” He scrolled for a moment, then sighed heavily and looked up at her. “You won’t believe what he said.” Maya’s heart clenched. “What?” “When he was asked about his ex-wife, he posted on I*******m that you had a lover. That you willingly signed the divorce papers and that the child you were carrying belonged to that lover.”

And just like she'd disappeared five years ago, she was going to disappear from his sight the moment she got her hands on those shares, the moment they got divorced. She was going to leave him and return to the life she had before coming here. She was going to return to the man who made her smile and made her mutter his name while she slept. She was going to return to the man who she freely told she loved. And she was going to leave him all alone, again. Like a thin thread being pulled on, Cillian felt something within him being stretched. And the final pull came the moment that voice—the one he knew he shouldn't be listening to, after all, it led him to the white walls and ceiling of a hosp

“What would you have me do, come on?” “Really? It was not even like he was entirely wrong! You have refused to marry me legally ever since you have divorced her. You kept giving ridiculous excuses that you didn’t want to rush things as you just left a marriage and it would not look good for me, but look at her! Did you see her back there?! She fucking married another person a day after she left and she does not look like she was regretting shit at all!” “You know I am doing this for you. For us. You are taking this way too personally.”

I say with a smile. He hesitates, and for a moment, I see something flicker in his eyes—uncertainty? I can’t really describe it. Then he exhales slowly. “She’s back. Let’s get a divorce.” The words hit me like a slap. For a moment, I can’t breathe, can’t think. She’s back. Of course. The woman he’s always loved. My stomach twists as reality crashes down on me. I should’ve known. This year of shared meals, laughter and companionship was nothing more than a dream. I was the placeholder.

The air in the car was almost suffocating when I finally spoke, slowly— “In the past, Sharon abandoned you, and then you came after me. You pursued me for three years, and I finally said yes. All these years, through every storm, through your poverty and your lowest points, I was the one who stood by you. “Then, when you found success, you divorced me for her… and now, because of her, you've fallen back to rock bottom again.”