Divorced Stories Novels & Stories

“Just tell me what’s going on between you and Titus. You divorced Kieran and moved into Riverbank International, so why do you still look so worried? Are you still thinking about leaving? Titus Black is pretty nice to you, so don’t keep talking about leaving. No man likes hearing about that.” “I never told him that I’m leaving.” Carol pulled out a chair and sat down as she stared at the darkening sky. “Last night, I asked him whether he would marry me.” “Oh? What did he say?” Myka was surprised but also curious. “What else? Did you actually think he would marry me?” Carol gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile. “I’m a divorced woman. He won’t marry me.” “Don’t say that. You can’t even be cons

She finished up her wine, dropping the glass in a tray before giving me her whole attention, making me feel small under her powerful gaze. “I’ve been in this line of work for a long time, dear. I’ve divorced many couples. Couples who dated for ten years and then got married, and decided they couldn’t be together after ten months, or couples who are already old and grey but cannot stand each other. And I’ve seen couples who wanted to get divorced because of something so silly.” I shook my head in disagreement, “But this isn’t silly.”

I won’t give them the satisfaction of knowing how much this hurts. How could my life have come to this? Sharing a breakfast table with my husband and his mistress, enduring their romantic gestures towards each other. You know how I feel? I feel like I’m the outsider in my own home. But not for much longer. Soon, this will all be over. The divorce papers are ready. I’ll be free of him, free of this humiliation. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.

“And the woman my husband cheated on me with.” Arden paused mid-page, then slowly lowered the menu. His eyes lifted to hers. “Ah,” he said finally. “That explains the dramatic flinching.” “It’s not flinching,” she hissed. “It’s… strategic invisibility.” He leaned back against the booth. “So, you were married.” “Past tense,” she said. “Very past. He cheated, we divorced, she's marrying him, and now they’re… thriving. The end.” He arched a brow. “You’re telling that story like it’s over.”

Dear Readers, Thank you for your unwavering support and for being part of this incredible journey. I won't say it's the end because we will still hear from Riley and Adrain. However, Chapter 262 concludes Book 1 of Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire. Book 2 will cover Riley and Adrian's lives years later and focus on their children. Yes, this includes their daughter, Freya. In the coming days, I will write a preview and some bonus chapters using the author's notes. Please watch out for it.

I could feel every eye in the gallery on my back, and I made myself breathe once, slowly, before I began. “Your Honor,” I said, my voice shaking at first, then steadying as I kept going. “I am not afraid of Dominic Hartley. I was married to him for four years. I filed for divorce. I built a life without him afterward, a real one, with a job I earned and an apartment I chose and friends who watched me do it.” I turned slightly, just enough to look at Reyes without fully facing him. He kept his eyes fixed on the table in front of him, jaw tight.

her mother asked. “Bruce and I are getting a divorce, Mom.” Finally, Sharon answered, holding her breath. “You’re getting a divorce?” her mother exclaimed in shock. But Sharon nodded, confirming that what she said was true. “But why, Sharon? Weren’t you deeply in love with each other? Your marriage has only lasted four months. Why suddenly say that you want a divorce? There must be something that caused all of this.” “Bruce’s parents want me to divorce him. They forced me to sign the divorce document. And Bruce doesn’t know,” Sharon explained.

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.”

Jotham opened his beautiful green eyes and then checked his wristwatch, "thank goodness you are awake, Julie. It's been three days since you've passed and I've not left your side since." "Who cares? Like you didn't cause all these? Where's that man you were punching blue-black? Where's my husband?" "Dr. T had promised to divorce you. You need to sign the divorce papers, Julie." "You must be insane. Why will I divorce my husband?" "Cause I'm the only man who can have you." "Where's is he? I need to see him." "Only after you have agreed to sign his divorce papers." "No. Why are you ruining my happy life, Jotham. Go for your 'Mirabel." Why are you this obsessed with me when you had me in the pa

I snapped photos of our signed divorce agreement and my doctor's report, then posted them with a caption: “I finally moved on.” Those words vibrated through my nerves, releasing a tension I didn’t realize I’d been carrying. Marrying Richard had been the biggest mistake of my life. I should have invested my time in those who genuinely loved me, not in someone who never did. “How do I even start over with Harley? What do I tell my child?” I wasn’t motivated to return home. I needed to rest and figure out how to stand on my feet again. I wasn’t financially stable.