Divorced Queen Novels & Stories

His voice was choked with tears as he said, "Winnie, what your father did has nothing to do with you. Let me take care of you. As for the child… We can have another. Let's start over, okay?" I looked at him and suddenly laughed. "Tyler, do you know I was kidnapped as a child? I scavenged for food in garbage dumps and slept under bridges. "I had just finally found my biological father, yet you put him in a coffin with your own hands." I took off the wedding ring on my finger and threw it at his feet. "Let's get a divorce." The ring spun on the ground, landing with a piercing clink. Tyler bent to pick it up with shaky fingers, but I didn't spare him another glance. I just turned and walked awa

He stayed calm as he answered, “Did you forget who she is? She is my fiancée. The primary steps for the wedding are already being prepared.” The Lycan Queen’s expression shifted. Her face turned red. “I did not allow it. I am not allowing you to marry this woman. Look at her. She is a divorcée, unattractive. Look at her lower belly. Who knows how much fat has gathered there? What if she cannot carry your next heir?” “Mother Queen!” Levante’s snarl shook the entire building. She flinched and stepped back, her skin pale. “Be careful what you say out loud. Do not forget you are insulting my other half. Insulting her means insulting me. And I do not tolerate this kind of disrespect.”

I whispered. “Shut up, you whore. I am glad I never opened my heart to you. I will never do so anyway.” Victor fired before throwing a file that Dorcas handed him.“Those are the divorce papers. You don’t need to sign them. Our marriage wasn't even registered. As far as the law is concerned, we were never married.” Tears streamed down my face. I had been deceived the entire time. Victor then turned toward the door. “Take her away. She has tried, time and again, to hurt my fiancée.”

Same face. Same eyes. Same presence. But not the same My breath caught. “…what did I do?” She tilted her head slightly Studying me. Like I was something unfamiliar. “You chose division,” she said. Her voice Was mine. But colder Controlled “You separated emotional and structural cores.” My chest tightened “So…” My voice felt unsteady now. “Which one are you?” A pause Then “The one that can survive.” My heart dropped “And me?” She didn’t hesitate “The one that can feel.”

I looked right at my son and said calmly, "Get dressed. We need to talk. And it's not about the noise. Your father and I are done. We are getting a divorce. I said, trying not to cry in front of my son and his girlfriend. I left the room and gave them time to put on their clothes, he came out to the sitting room, and stood close to the black sofa I was sitting down, his girlfriend was standing a bit far from him, she looked messy, her hair was wet, and sweat dripping to her lips, her nipples pointed out of her pink shirt,her black short skirt was unzipped,she was innocently quiet. Wtf happened mom, my son said to me, asking out of concern, your father has been cheating on me, he brought a wo

He knew that the woman sitting beside him was no longer just his wife; she was an enduring historical icon—a sovereign queen whose legacy would inspire generations long after they were gone. As evening approached, painting the alpine peaks of Switzerland in brilliant hues of rose and gold, Elena and Adrian retreated to their private residence overlooking the lake. Seven-year-old Aurelia ran across the manicured lawn, chasing a flock of white doves that fluttered near the garden fountain. The laughter of their daughter echoed on the crisp evening air, harmonizing with the gentle ripple of the water against the shore. Standing together on the stone balcony, Elena rested her hand in Adrian's st

For three years, Sophia had always been there, nobody talked about her, not directly but I knew, I always knew. She was the woman he loved, the woman he lost, the woman he never forgot and the woman I could never compete with. Then I swallowed hard. “Where is she?” His jaw tightened. “That doesn’t concern you.” I looked at him and then at the divorce papers and then back at him. “So she comes back and suddenly our marriage is over?” “Elena.” “No.” I shook my head and my eyes burned. “You don’t get to say my name like that.” His face showed nothing and I hated it, I hated how calm he looked and I hated how my heart was breaking while he stood there like nothing mattered.

I kept my head up high, not answering him calling me. “Why?” he asked, looking at me, and the divorce papers, back at me and vice versa. That questions would’ve mattered to the old Genevieve. Months ago, it would’ve. But now, it simply felt empty. It felt late. Painfully late. I looked at the man I had once loved more than myself, enough for me to give up a kingdom for, a reign, a throne. The man who had promised me forever. The man who couldn’t spare ten minutes to read a document from me before signing it. And the man who suddenly changed into someone I barely could recognize anymore.

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man. Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock. Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt for me. "Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?" "To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..." I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed my wife's number, begging her to come and clear things up. But she chose to defend the other man and coldly berated me in front of everyone: "There's nothing between us. I'm warning you for th

She had become unrecognizable. She gasped and scrambled to her feet, blinking as tears gathered in her eyes. I kept my gaze unwavering as our eyes locked. There was no point in faking tears anymore. I had changed—I wasn't falling for their manipulation ever again. “I know I’ve been disturbing you, but right now, I just want you to proceed with the divorce. I’ll bring the picture over. I don’t care if it’s a settlement or half his property—just help me divorce Sebastian,” she begged desperately, tears slipping down her cheeks.