Divorced Queen Novels & Stories

The one she married in the past is obedient and patient. ‘What if I didn’t divorce her? Would she talk back and often give reasons to me?’

"You just love stealing my things, don't you? You like Henry? Fine. I'll divorce him and give him to you. But I want a legal document cutting all blood ties with the Reed family! From now on, I will have nothing to do with you people." The room fell into a dead silence. It was the kind that was suffocating. Henry was the first one to speak. He looked like an idiot. His voice broke as he stammered, "Honey, you want to… divorce me?" On the other hand, Queenie tried to act as if she wanted to refuse. "Well? This is your one and only chance. You better take it!" Of course, Queenie wouldn't refuse. She was tempted. Our parents had always adored her, and they wouldn't have the heart to reject her

“I’m no one’s! I’m not a piece of property you can claim!” My dad softens, his tone apologetic but firm. “Queenie, you know I didn’t mean it like that. But let’s be honest—you’re married to King.” “Because he wouldn’t divorce me!” she yells, her voice cracking with frustration. Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. “Is that what you want?” I shout, my voice trembling with anger and desperation. “You want me to sign? To divorce you? Just say it, and I will.”

I came to understand that the grass isn't greener on the other side after all. "Do you think Cyril is aware of this new development? Or perhaps his grandmother orchestrated the plan for her selfish reasons?" Kate asked me. "How am I supposed to know? Who cares anyway? They should go to hell for all I care." I frowned. "Make me understand. That wasn't the reaction I expected from you. What are you going to do about this? Surely, you're not going to fold your arms, are you?" Kate indulged me. “I am considering getting a divorce from this illusion called marriage. I don't have to continue like this.,” I proclaimed.

I doubt the current smile on her face has fallen since the day she tossed my things out like roadside garbage. She wears cream today, the color of victory. Her lips curl faintly at the corners when she notices my gaze, as though she’s been waiting for this moment for years. Maybe she has. The lawyer clears his throat. “We’re here to finalize the divorce proceedings between Mr. Elijah Griffin and Mrs. Scarlett Griffin.” Mrs. The word lands heavy in my chest. Alice scoffs softly. “For now,” she mutters under her breath, not bothering to hide it. I say nothing.

she said, giggling again at something he had said. Tomorrow, both of us will be free, I said in my head as I carefully sat down on the chair next to hers and moved the divorce paper across the little space between us, dropping it right in front of her. “Oh my gosh, Kyle, the photo you sent about the northern lights was perfect,” she said into her phone, giggling. A fresh frown coated my already down face as I looked up at Clara’s face, she was so closed up in her little bubble with Kyle that she hadn't even noticed the divorce paper I dropped in front of her.

her smile widened, “and divorce him, okay?” I stared at her perfectly painted nails wrapped around my trembling fingers, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. Somewhere in my head, sarcasm bloomed like a bitter rose. But all that came out of my mouth was silence. My chest rose and fell, trying to process the absurdity of sitting across from my husband’s ex, listening to her map out the ruins of my marriage as if it were a polite business arrangement. Divorce? No feelings at all? The words scraped in my mind, raw and unbelieving. My hand jerked back from Isabelle’s grip as if she had burned me. The motion was sharper than I intended, and in the same instant, there was the crash of shattering g

But then— “If you care about him, Elena, fight for him. Don’t let some... homewrecker take what is yours. Especially now… when the wedding is so close.” Wedding. The word echoed again now, louder than ever. Elena’s eyes snapped open. "Are you deliberately distancing yourself from Davis, Elena?" Queen had asked, her eyes sharp despite the fatigue of her own battles. "No... of course not," Elena had lied, her voice trembling. "Did Davis say something?"

He kissed me in response, binding himself to me through marriage. Later, when Carla returned to Vera City, Jake first proposed divorce. The endless cycle of divorces and remarriages continued and gradually wore me numb.

I glanced at the Queen, whose face remained impassive. "So you used me," Mora continued. "Gave me access. Made me your personal potionmaker. Let me tend to him knowing full well it would make her jealous. Knowing it would drive a wedge between them." She tilted her head. "You wanted that divorce finalized, didn't you?" The Queen's silence was damning. I felt something crack inside my chest. "Divorce?" I said, the word foreign on my tongue. "Rebecca and I... we were going to divorce?"