Novel & Cerita Divorced Stories

It had been a week since Amara had filed for divorce on the basis of domestic violence, infidelity, and mental torture. Lucian had provided her with the best lawyers who were able to squeeze Brandon until he gave in. He was furious at first, but then he began to beg for another chance. He knew he would lose everything and would not hold his position another day. Lauren hated the Rostovas with a passion and when she heard what her daughter had done, she was enraged and threatened to disown her if she did not drop the case but Amara had grown beyond manipulation and would not let anyone threaten her.

"I've hit the jackpot! I disregarded the odds and bet on Mr. Gray without thinking. 800 billion dollars is on the line. Everyone who placed their money on the Sage is going bankrupt today! There's going to be some major changes here in Javonbury!" "All hail King Ashton! What an invincible man!" "That's my man! Ashton is incredible! I can't breathe—my heart is about to burst out of my chest! I wish he could ruin me in bed…" "From this day onward, Ashton Gray is my faith! No one is as charismatic as he is. Nothing is quite impossible for him. He's invincible!" "I heard that Ashton Gray is divorced. That means that we all have a chance!" "Roxy must be out of her mind! I've never seen such a stu

When she asked why I seemed off, I couldn’t keep it in anymore and spilled everything that had been on my mind all day. I arched one of my brows, waiting for her to continue. “Make them fall for each other,” she suggested. “Once your wife starts giving her attention to someone else, there’s a high possibility that she might be the one to initiate the divorce. Doesn’t that sound perfect?” I considered her suggestion carefully. Given the situation, it could actually work to my advantage. If it was successful, Amanda and I could finally be together again. We’d get married, and we’d build a life together just as we had always dreamed.

The waiter nodded and disappeared. The silence stretched charged, watchful. “So,” he said the moment we were alone, his voice lower now. “Tell me about yourself. Married or have a boyfriend.” I gave a small, guarded smile. “By now, you should already know a lot about me. What are you waiting for?” “Yes,” he replied evenly, “but I want to hear from you.” I exhaled slowly. The truth pressed against my ribs, heavier than I expected. “I was married,” I said. “Recently divorced.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “My husband cheated. He was my first… in everything.”

“I knew you’d understand.” I wanted to vomit. I wanted to cry. I wanted to vanish into the marble floor beneath me. My own husband, the man I had trusted with my heart, had chosen to believe the manipulations of the woman he once called the one who got away. And me? I was nothing but an obstacle in their story.

"You still remember your way back? How long has it been since you last called me?" But as he listened to her sob so hard to the point of choking herself, his hands slowly softened as he patted her back, his tone becoming gentle. "Did Gary bully you? Tell me, and I'll deal with him!" Dana shook her head, still hiccupping, and then started with a hoarse voice, "Grandpa, he and I… We got divorced." "That's great!" Peter slammed his chair's armrest, his eyes full of approval. "I always knew he couldn't tell what really matters. You're better off not spending your life with a man like that."

That's why she was always in the kitchen, always working, always trying to keep busy. I looked through the rest of the documents. There were letters from lawyers, financial statements, a copy of the divorce decree. Everything was there. Everything. The whole ugly truth of it. "Maria," I said. "Did you read these?" She shook her head. "I didn't want to pry." I set the papers back in the box and closed the lid. "She's been going through this alone," I said. "All this time. She never told anyone." Maria looked at me. "What are you going to do?"

The doctor looked at me again. His voice softened. "She's divorced now." My heart clenched. The word sounded cruel. Divorced. Just one word. Yet it had destroyed my entire world. The doctor continued. "The news is everywhere." The nurse remained silent. "The media can't stop talking about it." He sighed. "Everybody wants to know why David Blackstone suddenly ended his marriage." I felt fresh tears gather in my eyes. If only they knew. If only they knew how much I had sacrificed. How many babies I had given up.

A woman was saying but Laura's sharp gaze cut through her in midsentence she feared she would have a heart attack. "You wanna know what's depressing? You standing here waiting to see me get bullied. Because you don't have something better to do than to try and please a Queen." Laura said. It instantly shut the woman up. She turned back to Thomas. "You've said enough. Divorced your wife? What nonsense is that?" Thomas stood proudly,"did you see me here with her? We've gotten a divorce." His statement made Laura frown. Had he really divorced Rita? Why?

“Diane, I threw a birthday party for you twice. You didn’t show up.” “Because I was busy!” “Exactly! You’re always fucking busy.” The veins in my neck bulged. “Do you even remember you’re married? Because it seems like I’m the only one putting some effort into making this work. I love you, Diane. I love you so fucking much, but sometimes you make it hard to.” I took a step forward, my voice cracking. “We sleep in different rooms, baby. Have you ever wondered how that made me feel?” “How did it make you feel?” She repeated.