Divorced, Now A Princess Novels & Stories

Alex and Sophia stood up as well with me. Ryder's face turned red with rage and he took a step closer to me only for Alex to block him. "What do you want?" "She's my wife," Ryder told him as a fact, his eyes fixed on me with a possessive glare. "So, move out of the way." Sophia stepped forward as well. "She's not your wife anymore, Ryder. She has already signed the divorce papers." Ryder rolled his eyes and he lunged at Alex, "You're just a rebound, a distraction from her failed marriage," Ryder snarled at Alex. "So, don't try to be a hero."

I said gently “I only have one request.” They all blinked, looking confused but eager for what I was going to ask for. Their father’s expression softened, “name it princess. We'll make sure you get anything you want.” I swallowed hard, “I want…’ I took a deep breath before I continued, “I want to divorce my husband.” Instantly, I saw five hardened expressions. “Divorce?” one of the twins echoed. “Princess, you… you were married?” Mr Hudson leaned forward, his aura shifting from a warm father to a powerful, dangerous tycoon.

She also realized that butler George wasn't a simple butler but a high-ranked noble since all the others were opposing his marriage proposal . " I am her daughter and also this majesty's wife .There are times when a marriage goes wrong and two p[people separate ways . I am a princess in the human world and my mother was the noble royal consort before she divorced my father . Their marriage started to have trouble and arguments over silly things and ended up in divorce . I don't know why it's such a serious problem if a woman is divorced and with a child . She still is a woman . If you fall in love with her then you fall in love . Why isn't it considered a serious problem when men divorce ?!

But not now, when I was eating for three. “Can I have a seat?” “You’ve already made yourself at home here, so why the pretense?” “Still acting feisty, aren’t you, Princess?” I rolled my eyes at him as I took another bite of my pancakes. They taste yummier than ever. “When I found out Austin had signed the divorce papers. I hadn’t expected to find you in such good shape.” “Oh… So you expect me to be bathing in my tears on a daily basis?” “Maybe… After all, you guys were so in love.”

“But know this, if you divorce him, you forfeit your position. You will no longer be Princess of Eldenwald. You will never be Queen. You will return to being simply ‘My Lady,’ with no power, no authority. Your parents fought for this alliance. Are you willing to throw it all away over two IVF children? You know he did not touch that woman. You have heard it yourself. Will you truly discard your position over secrecy?” I met his eyes without wavering. “It is not about IVF. It is about secrecy. About coldness. About being abandoned when I needed him most. I cannot live with a man who lets ambition dictate his every move. I will not sacrifice myself on the altar of power. I will not remain his

" came the response. Dickson, taken aback, reached for his phone to call her, only to realise he didn't have her number. Throughout their two and a half -year marriage, Amanda had been the one to initiate calls, and he had never bothered to save her number. Now, five years after their divorce, her contact had vanished from his records. Surprisingly, he found that he could still reach her through I*******m, a connection that had persisted despite their divorce.

I didn't move, though my thumb pressed hard against the back of Adriel's small hand, an anchor I hadn't realized I needed. Vanessa's voice shook as she continued. "You abandoned the woman you were married to because she couldn't give you a child. You sent her away, and you chose me because I was carrying yours." A strange numbness spread through me. I had heard those facts before. I had lived them. But hearing Vanessa say them out loud after all these years felt different. My free hand came up and pressed briefly against my own collarbone, as though I could hold the old ache still by force.

"Princess, A year and some months ago; you came out as my wife and we never told the public we divorced, which means socially–you're still my wife. " "That was the eighteen years old Dawn Meek, Smith, but I have changed. I've changed a lot, and that's why the media doesn't recognize me as your wife anymore. I have put that life behind me to chase a new one and I love who I've become. I love what I'm doing and what I will do. I have dreams to achieve, dreams that I will love to achieve, by leading a quiet life. If I want to be out to the media, let it be on my own terms. Not because I'm an alleged wife of a billionaire. "

He hissed darkly as he crossed his leg over his lap “Need I remind you, you're only a princess back in Orlandia. Here in my territory, you're nothing but a nobody to me. The only way you can be relevant is if you're willing to keep to the rules. So do we have a deal or are you willing to sign the divorce?” he concluded, helping himself to a heavy sip of wine. I weighed my options. It was either the stupid rules or divorce. Divorce meant I was ready to wallow in defeat which is something I couldn't risk anymore.

6 Alex. The first thing everyone tells you about divorce is that it comes with relief, as if someone finally cuts you loose from a bad anchor. They don’t tell you about the empty echo of footsteps on hardwood floors or the way silence starts to hum around you like an old fridge with a broken motor. It wasn’t freedom. It was hollow.