Divorced She Reclaimed Her Empire Novels & Stories

Genevieve Everhart’s POV I must’ve drunk a lot. Dizziness hit me as the world swayed beneath my heels, and the bass from the club still thudding in my chest like a second heartbeat. The drinks I had chugged to death had started tasting like regret. I had gone looking for my husband. It was the night before the day we get to finally separate, the night before the finalization of our divorce and I wanted to see him before everything. Still hoping and trying to see if he would magically change back to who he was three years ago.

She didn't let him. Three seconds. Four seconds. Her lips trembled. Then reality hit. She pushed him hard. "No!" She stood up, holding her stomach, holding Leo clumsily. "You are still engaged! You were engaged when you divorced me three years ago! You told me you were engaged to Vanessa on our third wedding anniversary! You are engaged now while I'm pregnant again! I will not be mistress again!" Ethan fell back on floor, drunk, hurt, elbows scraping. "I will cancel tomorrow— tomorrow I will—"

“She can't get away with selling the company and taking our properties. We need to make her pay.” Ethan agreed with her. In his mind, his wife had gone too far this time. It was strange how Chloe had suddenly transformed from a docile, submissive wife into someone he considered conniving and vengeful. If he let her get away with it, heaven knew what else she might do. “Where is she now?” Hazel asked anxiously. “I don't know,” Ethan admitted. “But I've installed a tracker on her phone, so I can find out.” Just as he was talking, his phone rang. It was Elena, his mother.

She stepped aside, allowing me in, but she didn't look pleased. "Is Elena here?" "No." "Do you know where she is?" "Yes." I waited. My mother folded her arms. "And before you ask, no, I won't tell you." I stared at her in disbelief. "You're refusing to tell your own son where his wife is?" "Your wife?" She let out a bitter laugh. "You signed those divorce papers, Adrian. You told her never to return." "That doesn't mean—" "Doesn't mean what?" I had no answer.

“Yes. You are in Varmore, an empire on the west of the Silex Kingdom. Since you have no memories of what happened, you can ask me anything but I can only offer a little help.” Emery smiled while looking down with her fingers fidgeting. She simply felt a bit embarrassed since she had been acting too casual with a man who was actually an emperor. If only the physician did not tell her about it, then she would act careless around Emperor Claus. “T-Then… About the divorce you mentioned before… Is it true? I mean… All I can remember is getting married to His Majesty and… And he l-left me during our wedding night.” “I’m sorry to hear that, but yes, the two of you separated almost six years ago. Th

“That contains your life and death, also your loyalty to your words. Breaking it would end your existence.” And she turned her back. Pivoting, her eyes met the Emperor’s. But instead of leveling with him, she kneeled down afore her husband and took off the crown from her head. “Emperor Magnus Monteverde, I humbly ask for a divorce from our marriage. May the wise Emperor consider this as a political solution to the state’s problem.” Before I could even hear the king’s answer, everything disappeared in front of my eyes and another scenario popped out. “How’s she?”

My face darkened. Seeing I wasn’t responding, her impatience flared. "Sign them already. What are you waiting for? I’m already pregnant with someone else’s child. What more do you want? How can you even compete with Jim? That bag from yesterday alone costs half a year of your salary! "If you refuse to divorce, I’ll have no choice but to take it to court! Oh, and by the way, the house you gave me before the wedding? That’s mine now. You can’t take it back in the divorce settlement!"

"It's not about what you did. It's about what you didn't do. Our marriage is a charade, Amanda. We're both living a lie. Amelia’s back, and she doesn’t want to see you! It’s time for our marriage to terminate. So you have to go!" Amanda’s pale lips quivered like if she had fallen into the frigid water. She asked in disbelief, "You’re divorcing me because she’s back? Is our marriage nothing but a joke to you?" "You were not the one I wanted to marry in the first place, and you drove Amelia away two years ago with your filthy tricks. Promising me that you’ll bore me a son to carry on my family name. Amanda, it’s been two years now and you haven’t given me a female child to talk less of a male

LUCA EMPIRE was the perfect collaborator and partner for WESTBROOK Limited, the company I was currently heading. My father finally gave up the seat for me and stepped down for me to take control. I thought I would finally get my life the way I wanted it but it's never been more miserable. Probably because occasionally, I would wonder about the blonde-haired silver-eyed woman that walked out on me after signing the divorce papers almost six years ago or because my current wife was a terrible pain in the ass.

It had only shifted the board. And she—Savannah Hale—was now the piece everyone wanted to control. Or destroy. Her voice was steady when she finally spoke into the darkness. “We rebuild. We take back everything. But we do it on our terms. No more shadows. No more chains.” Colton kissed the crown of her head. “Then let them come.” And in the silence that followed, Savannah felt it—not peace, not safety, but power. Raw, untested, dangerous. The throne was shattered. But from its shards, a new empire would rise.