Divorced My Ex, Married His Rival Novels & Stories

MADELINE'S POV It was finally done. It was finally over. Our two signatures registered on the divorce papers, and just like that a six year long marriage had come to an end. My lawyer insisted I take fifty percent of his wealth as per custom, but I didn't want to have any piece of him left in my possession. My dignity as a woman did not permit such a decision to be held. Max Collins Booker was now a stranger to me; the man I loved with all of me; the man whom I thought out of his love for me decided to make a baby together. I guess he was just hungry for sex.

"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.

Jake scoffed, “You underestimate me! I am in for anything crazy.” “She is just not any random person. Actually, she is my brother's ex wife. And she has their child, without his knowledge of course. He found out and now wants custody of the child. Lyra doesn't want this, so she agreed to my proposal to marry her, just to drive my step mother and brother away.” I narrated. Jake froze. He stared at me deeply, unsure of what he just heard. “Wait, did you start drinking without my knowledge?” I shook my head vigorously, “Of course not idiot! See? I told you some pretty messed up things happened. It's all too much!” I said with frustration.

My jaws clenching, I picked the tv remote and turned up the volume. The news anchor’s voice cut through the silence, way too cheery for the headlines below it. “Alright, America, let's dive into the juiciest news of the day. The entire Internet is shocked as America's Socialite Queen, Sloane Harper files for divorce from Business Tycoon, Adrian Cross.” A photograph of Sloane and me standing together popped up on the screen–our wedding day, Sloane smiling at the camera with her arms wrapped around me. I scoffed, shaking my head. Grabbing the vodka bottle beside me, I poured myself a glass.

It made me realize I had a kink for men with an Italian accent. So yeah, I had eloped with him in hopes of finally settling down as the wife of an Italian business boss. But screw that plan. It ended badly. I thought I had to start from scratch, but Derek still wanted me. He chose me even after getting married. He promised to divorce Vanessa and be with me again. I saw hope. It wasn’t so bad settling with him. Just as promised, I was the only woman after he divorced my step-sister. Everything was going alright and I already planned how things were going to be in the future.

“As real as the benefits you’ll gain.” Great, his reply threw me off guard also. Why does everything about this intolerable and insufferable billionaire throw me off guard? “Do you realize I just got divorced? What kind of woman will society call me if I get married to you the same day I got divorced?” It might not be important to him, because I could swear Noah Beck doesn’t giving a flying fuck about anyone, but I do. Despite all I had faced when I was married to Roland, I wouldn’t want to go through that phase in a more cruel way, this time.

"Given the evidence of emotional abuse and your admitted infidelity, this court grants the petition for divorce. The division of assets will proceed according to the prenuptial agreement." Michael slammed his fist on the table. "This is absurd! Your Honor, I've built a career from the ground up. Justin just promoted me to Executive Vice President at Westfield Corp! I'm managing their entire East Coast division now. She doesn't deserve half of everything I've worked for!" "Perhaps you should have considered that before your extramarital activities, Mr. Anderson," the judge replied coolly. "The prenuptial agreement you both signed is quite clear on the consequences of infidelity."

Blake had planned her return for weeks; he had paid for her flight, and he had even created a fake story to make me feel sorry for her. He hadn't just brought his mistress back; he had staged a whole play to bring her into our home while I was still his wife. But that wasn't the worst part. I flipped to the last page in the folder and saw a legal document that made my heart shatter into a million pieces. It was an amendment to our marriage contract, signed by Blake and his father months ago. It stated that if I were to ever leave Blake, or if he divorced me for "instability," I would not

"An admirer?" "He's persistent," Kate added. "He shows up every day." I hesitated for a second before telling them the truth. "He's my ex-husband. During my daughter's surgery, he pulled away her lead doctor for his side chick's kid and almost got my daughter killed. That's why we divorced. Everything he's doing now is just him trying to get me back." The gossip-loving smiles on their faces disappeared instantly. They stared at me like they couldn't believe what they'd heard. Then the shock turned into anger.

"Rest that ankle, Mrs. Carter. I expect my wife to be fully recovered when she comes home." With those words, he was gone, leaving me alone with a sprained ankle, a marriage certificate… and the overwhelming, surreal realization that I had just married my ex-fiancé's greatest rival. I stared down at the document in my hands, the bold black letters of my new name printed clearly at the bottom. Was this real? I wasn't dreaming… was I?