Divorced, Now A Princess Novels & Stories

"Is that so, it's a pity that I am also thinking about withdrawing from this marriage because I heard bad news about Princess Selena. Do you know anything about her, are those statements true?” Selena looked at Aron with trembling eyes, then tears fell down her face as she watched him cry bitterly and said. “Prince, please save me. I live here all under Wang Hua's house arrest, a few years ago I was also annulled by another man, General Henry. I just want a place where I can feel love and peace. I beg you." The princess quickly went to cry all the time wanting to lean on Aron, he also let her lean on him.

with irritation dripping because now they are tired of his this all shouting shouting behaviour. " Ya ya I know and she won't going to come back because we are divorced now .. Make me evening tea and take your all works back which Amoli used to do " saying this he went away .. In the kitchen gossips run like a fire .. " It's good that they are separate now " " But what about the child " " He doesn't deserves to know " " Or maybe he knows but he didn't wanted it " " He was so cruel to her .. god have saved her from him "

"I'm not deaf. I know that. You all should sit." The princesses glance at each other before settling down on the bed staring at intently their mum. "Can you at least look at us mum? I don't like the way you're sounding" Linda asserts. "The story I'm about to tell you all is starting from how I met your dad, how we started loving each other, how we separated, how we came back together after the death of my first husband Isabella's dad, and what led to his vanishing. Are you all ready?" The Queen mutters not still raising her head.

“It’s fine. I just got into bed anyway. Since you’re calling this late, I assume it’s important. What’s going on?” I sank onto the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. “I want to file for divorce. I need the papers ready by tomorrow morning.” There was a long, heavy silence on the other end. I could hear him sitting up properly. “A divorce?” His tone sharpened with disbelief. “Why? Did Damien do something?” “Yes.” My voice remained steady, though anger simmered beneath it. “Tonight, at the charity gala we hosted, he publicly introduced his mistress to everyone. I can’t continue this marriage. I want it over as quickly as possible.”

“My daughter is going to be a mother.” Tears stung my eyes again. “Yes.” Victor gave a small approving nod. “That makes things even more complicated.” My father frowned. “What do you mean?” I told him everything. The divorce. The manipulation. The Carter family’s plan. The hidden tests. The inheritance. And the video. By the time I finished, my father’s expression had turned dangerously cold. “So my brother hasn’t changed,” he said quietly. “No,” I replied. “He’s worse.” Sam Speaks

With a deep breath, she emerged back into the parlor. “I never thought I'd have the courage to give you these papers. But Ryan, today I realized we were never meant to meet. I spent all this time believing I was nothing without you, and that you were what I deserved. How wrong I was. I'm done Ryan and this time I mean it.” she said calmly. “These are the divorce papers, please sign them,” she continued, stretching her hands. Silence filled the room, the only sound being the ticking of the clock and the voices on the TV.

I blinked, realizing I had missed part of her story. “Wait, you were married?” I asked, trying to catch up. Vanessa chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, but it didn’t work out. He left me for someone else. A minor, if you can believe it. Now I’m trying to start fresh, you know? New city, new career, maybe even a new love. Have you ever been in that situation?” Her question caught me off guard. For a moment, I hesitated, debating how much to reveal. “Kind of,” I said vaguely, not wanting to delve into my past with Liam. "I know exactly what a divorce feels like."

I didn't need a bag or something expensive, but it would've been nice if George had shown he cared about me. "My poor baby, marrying a rich cheapskate, well, no more of that. He's finally gone and you're living your best life without him!" "It does feel nice being able to focus on myself," I admit. "Things have been going so well since the divorce." "It was the right decision," my mother reassures me, slowing down the car. "You deserve to be treated like a princess, your father would agree with me. I know we spoiled you and your brother, but you both turned out all right. Your next partner better treat you like a queen after you had such an uncaring man as a husband."

I said, getting the man to laugh. “You signed your divorce agreement, I have it right here.” I could not remember signing anything, but then I remembered my lawyer tricking me into signing a document. “I didn’t sign it. It was a trick. My lawyer…” “So long as it was signed, it was agreed upon by the state and the country. It means you are officially divorced and right now not the First Lady. The First Lady is Zendaya. “You are just a woman who shot the president and you have made yourself the worst criminal on this planet.”

Nothing. “Josie I—” “Shut up!” I cut in sharply, the nickname from his lips hitting me like a deadly punch. “It’s Jocelyn Valdez to you, Caspian King. You lost the damn right to call me that stupid pet name when you rejected me for that bitch you now call your wife.” He flinches, his mouth pressing into a thin line. “Lycena and I are no longer married.” His voice comes out low, almost hesitant. “We are divorced.”