Divorced My Ex, Married His Rival Novels & Stories

"Quite possibly. The circumstances are sadly familiar. The woman had a promising future, but her partner's family was unreasonable. Divorce was undoubtedly the right decision. "Then there's the other divorced man, a classic mama's boy. He was caught cheating and even turned violent when his wife confronted him. It's no surprise they ended up going their separate ways. "Now he's living it up, enjoying his decent job and savings. Ironically, it was his ex-wife who supported him financially while he pursued his Ph.D. He's hardly someone to admire if you ask me." Mia couldn't help but find the real-life drama more captivating than any fiction.

“Ugh, the way she used to strut around like she already owned the place—future Mrs. CEO, my ass. All the crap she pulled? She’s finally getting what she deserves. Couldn’t be happier.” “Did you guys see that gossip site? Said our boss is officially divorced.” “For real? Damn. Goes to show, all the money and looks in the world don’t mean jack if you’re a trash partner. Even he got dumped.” “Funny, weren’t you fangirling over him just a few months ago?” “Ugh, don’t remind me. I wanna throw up thinking about it. Used to admire him. Didn’t know he was out here pining for his ex while still married. Now look—lost ‘em both.”

“I’m adding this to the money he owes me.” "Thank you for coming," I said, wrapping my arms around myself. "Well, I was already here… in Manhattan. His apartment, to be exact. I was stealing cash." That pulled a small laugh out of me, one I didn’t even know I had left. "Divorced, huh?" she said, like she was thinking out loud. "Yes, I am. But I’m also married now… to someone else." Her eyes widened like I just caught her off guard and then shifted to something that looks a lot like sadness.

But before I reached the door, I stopped. Because I saw them. On the desk. Divorce papers. His signature already on the final page and the date? It was on the day I had the miscarriage. I stared at them, numb. So this had been planned. Not a reaction. A decision. Pre-meditated. Calculated. Just like everything else he did. He had already let me go, long before I had the chance to leave. I slipped off my ring and placed it beside the papers. The platinum glinted under the overhead light like something mocking.

It was all part of the plan. With my husband dead, I returned to my old city and sought out Jared. It wasn’t a very hard thing to do because he’d made a name for himself and become a billionaire. It was all good for me—like icing on the cake. I was more than sure that the bond we’d once shared was stronger than any new attachment he could form. When I heard he was married I brushed it off as nothing, like it was a complete joke. All it took was for me to show up and Jared became entranced by my charm instantly leading to an inevitable divorce with his wife. But the story didn’t quite go as planned.

He explained. I stood shocked, I just divorced my ex-husband, fighting back to gain all I lost and then this. Harden and I met years back, he used to be my high school crush. He left the country to study economics abroad. I got married. I didn't expect this from us in the future Is this a setup? One of his dirty little games to gain from his own side. “Summer game or not, it shouldn't matter right?”. I said to myself. I accepted.

Other employees also went home so the place is not that crowded anymore. “Correction, Adze,” I said. “Ex-husband and wife. We were already divorced and moved on from our lives.” I think I drank more than I imagined because I don’t want to say that but I couldn’t stop myself. “Really?” he asked. I nodded. “I filed for divorce and let the ferry deliver it to Enver. She is also the one who finalized it at the court.” “Oh.” He nodded. “Does it mean that you are single?”

I'd been crying all morning and now, at the exact moment I should have shattered, I felt something in my chest just go quiet and cold and still. That was it. That was the last of it, whatever small stupid piece of me had still been waiting for him to be the man from the apartment on Fifth. It died right there between the divorce coverage and the seven-day forecast. "I don't have an ex-wife," I repeated softly. "Aurora." Clara reached for me. "No, he's right." I stood up. My legs held. "He doesn't. She's gone." My phone buzzed in Clara's hand.

But somehow it felt strangely right, like this was exactly where I was meant to be. After everything he’d confessed, how he’d been carrying that deep love for me in secret for years, never pushing, never asking for anything in return, I couldn’t even be mad at him for rushing things. Still, one tough thought slammed into me hard. What would people say about this? A married woman gets divorced and practically jumps straight into the arms of her ex-husband’s brother. The gossip would write itself. People would talk behind my back, judge every move, and make up ugly stories without knowing a single real detail.

Those emotions were enough to answer my question and reopen the wound in my heart. I already knew that it wasn’t really me from the start. But in our entire marriage, no matter how cold and distant he seemed, I was still hoping foolishly that maybe one day he would start to feel something toward me, but all those times, he was really still not over her. When would I beat her? Stephanie’s company was one of my biggest competitors in New York. It seemed like wherever I went, her presence still haunted me. Before I left New York, I saw the news saying that she and her husband were getting divorced.