Divorced Stories Novels & Stories

Addison is heartbroken and figures out that her breakup with Joshua is the worst thing that has happened to her but is proven wrong the moment she hears that Lia is pregnant for Joshua and that breaks her heart even more as she ponders on a way to get back at her sister and ex boyfriend for betraying her. Javan Roswell, 42 and divorced with 4 kids has heartbreak lined up on his path. Being thrust into an arranged marriage is a nightmare but it was Javan’s best memory as getting married to his childhood sweetheart was a dream come true and Javan was sure they would be happy in the years to come by. But good things don’t last forever and marriage certainly isn’t a bed of roses. After having 4

I managed to say. “Oh no, it isn't the entire family, just my grandfather. He wants to see the woman I finally let in as everyone thinks” he shook his head like it was nothing. Before I could change the topic, I found myself asking, “Why haven't you tried to be with anyone legitimately since your divorce?” because I knew there were many of them even though I didn’t say it out loud. He looked behind me and then met my gaze again, “I cant really say for sure. I never saw the reason I guess. I had Lily to take care of and a company to look after, there was hardly any time for a romantic life”

" she forced, her palm where cold and wet. "So, it has nothing to do with you or Gabriel..." she started the story. Emily frowned, "Are you sure? then why?!" she asked, impatiently. Dorothy sipped her coffee slowly, "Darius specter applied for divorce...." Emily was totally dumbfounded she covered her mouth, too shock to react to Dorothy's words. "What? How is that even possible?" She shook her head in disbelief. Dorothy put her coffee the bench, she breathed out heavily, "I think the divorce will give you some benefits," Benefit she turned her face Emily.

I tried again to put my feelings into words, but all that came out of my mouth was, "Ollie..." "I'm sick of you, Iris. I've been pretty sick of you for a while, to be honest. I suppose it's good you caught me in the act. I want a divorce." "No," I croaked. "Yes," he hissed. "I'll serve you the papers soon enough. Now you have to leave this house." "Thi- This is my home," I stuttered. "I'm your wife." "Not anymore. Now leave." "Ollie, we were happy together. What has gotten into you?"

he asked, his tone mixed with anger and hurt. Why was he hurt? He’s with Amber now. I raised an eyebrow, amazed by his audacity. "What business is it of yours?" I retort. Asher's voice took on a pleading tone. "It’s not even up to a month since we got divorced, and you are already married… and to my boss?” I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of annoyance. "It's none of your business, Asher. You’ve said it; we are divorced, which makes me entitled to remarry. Now if you don't have anything important to say, I'll hang up on you."

I said. "First we get you a job. Something good, something that starts rebuilding your financial independence quietly. Then when you have enough to stand on your own two feet — you divorce him. You build from there. And when you are ready, when you are strong enough, you come back for your share of that business. It was willed to both of you by your grandparents. He cannot erase that. But you need to be in a position of strength before you go after it." I sat with that for a long moment.

The words DIVORCED greeted me. What the actual hell? I scan the papers, and that’s when it hits me. Rowan and I were divorced. We weren’t separated, like he’d told me. He’d lied to me. Swaying, I started feeling dizzy as the words DIVORCED kept playing in my mind. The papers slip through my hands as a memory takes hold. It was the day I went to give him the finalized documents of our divorce. The memory doesn’t stop there; it’s like that one word triggered the crack in the wall that held my memories back. The crack gets bigger and bigger as pain like no other attacks me. Years and years of memory flood my brain as the pain intensifies.

Divorce and loss lead siblings to reconcile, and find love. NB: The following story has themes of incest/taboo sex, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. please drop your comments, Thank you. Enjoy reading.. ************ I stared at the divorce papers, there on the kitchen counter that would no longer be mine. My soon-to-be ex-wife was out with our son, I wasn't sure what they were doing, wasn't sure of much lately.

But strangers on the internet were already rewriting my life into some twisted romance story. Because that was what people did. They took one image, one moment, and built lies around it. My chest tightened as another thought hit me. What would they say if they found out about Seth and me? That we were married? That we had been married? That we were now divorced? The memory of the divorce papers flashed through my mind like a cruel reminder. The signatures. The silence. The way everything had ended without closure. Were. That was the word now. We were married.

Lorcan nods. “That’s what I said! They should just go to bed. Spend a week in bed. A month if they want to! Have a good time. Then see if they still want to marry each other.” I take another massive gulp of my drink. “I mean, you don’t need to sign your life away just to have sex—” I break off as a thought suddenly occurs to me. “Are you married?” “Divorced.” “Me too. Divorced. So. We know.” “About what?”