Divorcing Me Three Years After My Death Novels & Stories

There is an unwritten rule among Saphira's elite. If a new lover wants to become acknowledged as a man's official girlfriend, the previous girlfriend must publicly remove the bracelet that symbolizes her status and personally place it on the new woman's wrist. The day Wayne Seyfried brings Ingrid Bacon home, the entire elite circle waits in anticipation to see me cause a scene. I have stayed by Wayne's side loyally for seven years. For the sake of getting that bracelet, I once kneeled in the Seyfrieds' private chapel for three days. I have also taken a stab from a military bayonet for Wayne. Everyone is certain that I would never give up my position willingly. But when Ingrid, who is clad in a custom gown worth millions, shyly extends her hand to me, I do not argue or make a scene. Instead, I calmly remove the bracelet and slip it onto her wrist. Swirling a glass of red wine, Wayne looks at me with eyes full of arrogance and satisfaction. He says, "You finally know your place, Hillary. It's good that you know where you stand." I lower my head and look at my bare wrist without saying a word. Wayne is clueless. He doesn't know that I have recovered all the memories I lost a month ago. I am the long-lost daughter of the Lachlan family, the wealthiest family in Grandor, who has been missing for seven years. In three days, my older brother's private fleet of jets will arrive in Saphira to take me home.

His eyes darkened, almost predatory. "I can’t stay away, even if I wanted to. I’ve been consumed with thoughts of having you." He paused, "And I could never watch another man claim you. Don’t worry, tiger. I’m not going to force you. But I’ll pursue you until you want me as much as I want you." He leaned back, eyes fixed on me. "I’ll uncover who hurt you and made you this way. And when I do, I’ll make sure he pays tenfold. It’s a promise." In a world where being “DIFFERENT” is abhorred, wolf-less Raya is shunned by her pack and betrayed by the two she trusted most—her mate, Alpha Draco, and her best friend, Melissa. When their betrayal costs Raya her life and unborn pup, the Goddess Selene grants her a second chance. Reborn into a different body as Hera, Raya vows revenge. But her plans are thrown into chaos when she discovers she is mated to Calhoun, the kingdom’s strongest Alpha, and two others—one of them a female whose love she never expected. Now caught in the crossfire of love, war, and an unyielding thirst for vengeance, Hera must make a choice: sacrifice everything for revenge, or dare to embrace a love that could ruin her.

My husband and I were in a passionate embrace when his phone suddenly rang. He pushed me away without hesitation, and I snatched the phone from his hand angrily. It was a message from his sister-in-law. [Henry, my mastopathy is acting up again. What should I do? My breasts hurt so much.] It was followed by a picture of her in sexy lingerie. That was when I lost my temper. "Your sister-in-law is such a shameless woman! How could she share such a picture with you in the middle of the night? How dare she harass you like this after your brother's passing?!" Henry kicked me out of bed. "Stop being petty and vicious, Tessa! My brother's death has been a huge blow for her. What's wrong with me showing her concern as family when she's sick?” "Have you any idea how disappointed I am with you? Apologize right now, or I'll divorce you!" In all our years of marriage, Henry would always threaten me with divorce because I was the one who courted him for five years before finally marrying him. He felt that I would never be able to leave him, but this time, I had lost all hope in him. I did not want him anymore.

That night, Liam served me my usual evening tea. I trusted him completely—he was my mate, after all, and a respected healer of Thornpack. I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning. The special safe where I kept the morphing inhibitor—the one I'd spent my entire savings to import from Europe for our daughter Isla—was empty. Racing to the healing center, I found Liam celebrating. He was handing out moon-blessed wine, beaming with pride as Natalie's daughter Anna showed off her perfect transformation. My inhibitor had been used on his first love's pup instead of our own daughter. The shock triggered something in my brain. When I collapsed, they diagnosed me with the rare tumor that plagued our kind. Without inhibitors, I couldn't stop Isla's transformation that came early, her six year old body couldn't handle the massive wolf form and the force ripped through her young body. And I, for one, don't even have enough money to keep her in a treatment center. She died in my arms three days later, her little claws drawing blood as the pain overwhelmed her. Until her last breath, she kept asking why Papa hadn't come. Now, in my cold, empty home, with the white porcelain urn containing her ashes on the table, I touch her and decide to sever our partnership.

Bella Page suffers from a rare amnesia that prevents her from forming new memories, leaving her trapped in an Abusive marriage. For four years, she has lived at the mercy of her Billionaire husband, unaware of his cruelty and manipulation. When Vaughn’s mistress, Bella’s half-sister sets her up in an accident, She suffers a head injury. But instead of losing more, she gains everything: Her memories return. Now remembering every bruise, every lie, every betrayal, Bella is done being a victim. So when Vaughn arrives at her hospital room, fresh from Jessica’s bed and pretending to care, Bella greets him with a cold, poisonous smile. “Mr. McCoy,” she says, “see you in court.”

Haley Kane hid her powerful family background and spent three years loving her husband, Kieran Colin, with everything she had. She believed their marriage was built on sincerity—until the truth shattered her world. On their fourth wedding anniversary, Haley’s grandfather finally accepted her back into the family and prepared to hand over his vast fortune. But just as her life seemed perfect, she uncovered a devastating secret: her marriage was nothing but a lie. The license was fake. Kieran had already legally married the woman he truly loved—Lydia Douglas. Every ounce of affection Haley thought belonged to her had always belonged to Lydia. Even the child she once dreamed of carrying… Lydia had already given birth to. Betrayed, humiliated, and heartbroken, Haley walked away in silence—without tears, without looking back. When she returned— she was now stronger, colder, and glowing beside her new husband. Standing before her door, Kieran knelt, desperate for forgiveness. Haley only smiled, her eyes calm and distant. “Sorry,” she said softly. “You’ve already been replaced.” A story of betrayal, and a woman’s dazzling comeback.

When Xavier proposed to me, it was a beautiful thing despite the compulsion. I knew he couldn't refuse because, after all, we were meant to be together. He was my mate and so was I for him. "I have to accept you as my partner, but don't ever expect anything more from me because you know exactly why." Those were his words when he accepted me back then when he knew that I was his mate. In fact, I still remember his cold voice, piercing into my heart that was too warm for him. Or, was I too kind to him? It was just that it was painful to be in a marriage where my mate didn’t love me. I guess I had gotten used to it because it happened anyway. Xavier ... That husband of mine only loved my twin sister,Mariya. And of course, marrying me was because I was just a shadow of my completely identical twin sister. Maybe he thought, it didn’t matter if people were different as long as they had the same face.

All because he believed I pushed Elena down the stairs out of jealousy. Six months ago, a rival family drugged Alexander. Elena saved him and got pregnant. Her family disowned her for it. "Ivy, why can't you just let her be?" Alexander choked me, disappointment and rage in his eyes. "She saved my life! I promised to send her away. Why be so vicious to an unborn child? If anything happens to them, I'll bury you with them." I didn't argue. I just planned an explosion. But when I vanished, the high-and-mighty Don went mad.

It's my daughter, Noelle Peace's first day at the kindergarten. But the teacher kicks us out instantly. "Mr. Peace's son has been studying here for a year. Since when does he have another daughter?" This leaves me feeling confused. Noelle has only reached the minimum age to start her education. How is it possible for that child to study here for a year? After investigating the truth, I find out that the new assistant, Myra Larson, had enrolled her own child into the same kindergarten as Mrs. Pearce a year ago. I seek her out, only for her to flash her marriage certificate with my husband, George Pearce. "I know you. You've been pestering my husband all these years, haven't you?" The official stamp of the courthouse is shown on the marriage certificate, clear as day. The date is five years ago. But the thing is, George and I have been married for three years.

My husband, Kieran, is the heir to the Thompson family. In the three years of our arranged marriage, he has never once touched me. I told myself he was just cold and guarded, that I could find a way into his heart, little by little. Then one day he came home drunk, pinned me to the bed for the first time, and called out his first love's name. "Camilla, all these years... I've thought of you every second of every day..." That was when I knew. All the passion and love he possessed was already spent on another woman. I pushed him away, burned every photo of us, and went to a high-end club in New York full of handsome male models. Nine months later, I walked into the airport with my newborn baby in my arms. Later, Kieran searched the world for me, his eyes bloodshot. He asked in a trembling voice why I never told him I was pregnant, why I wouldn't let him see our baby. I glanced at him and gave a light, breezy smile. "Who said the baby was yours?"