Fiction Books About Divorce Novels & Stories

genre? "You should read fewer of these novels," Chris advised. "Reading too much can lead to wishful thinking." Paige asked, "Why do you say that’s wishful thinking?" Chris explained, "Do you really think there are many wealthy and handsome men interested in divorced women?" Paige inquired, "Why not?" Chris nodded and said, "Well, It's possible—everything in the world is possible. However, divorced women marrying wealthy and handsome men is extremely rare. It's not as common as you might think. Not every divorced woman can marry a wealthy and handsome man."

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“Evidence? Who will believe a pathetic, unstable wife like you?” The divorce battle was brutal and public. Ronan’s lawyers tried to paint Sarah as an unfit mother who abandoned her duties and had secret affairs. But the photos of bruises, the financial control records, and Shenina’s own innocent statements to the child psychologist turned the tide. After months of hearings, the judge granted Sarah primary custody of Shenina with generous visitation for Ronan. She also received a substantial settlement, far more than Ronan wanted to give, thanks to Alex’s team exposing hidden assets.

“Honey, I’ve been alive long enough to know when someone is running and when someone is resting. You’re not resting.” The words hit closer than I expect. I pick at my napkin. “My husband divorced me.” Jess sucks in a breath. “Oh.” Ruth’s face softens in a way that makes my chest ache. “That’s not something you say casually.” “It wasn’t casual,” I say quietly. “He threw me out. I didn’t even have time to understand what happened.” “That’s a special kind of cruelty,” Ruth says, shaking her head. “I don’t like men who do that.”

Her eyes were red. "My husband and I almost divorced last year," she said when I called on her. "We had stopped choosing each other a long time ago. We were just... existing in the same house. After I read your book I asked him to go to counseling with me. We have been going for four months now. It is hard. But we are still here. We are still trying." I felt my throat tighten. "Thank you for telling me that," I said. "That is the reason I wrote it."

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.”

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.

Of course, he did. “That’s what makes me your husband-to-be,” he added, his voice laced with amusement. “I know what’s in your heart before you even say it.” My stomach twisted. There it was again...that warmth. That feeling I had been trying so hard to ignore. I flipped through the pages, stopping when I reached the reason for divorce. Neglect, emotional and physical abuse, infidelity, and threats to life. I smiled softly. “This is perfect.” Caleb’s gaze never left mine. “Do you want me to send it to Victor’s company or his house?”

Standing outside the balcony of Chris's house, I allowed the cool breeze of the nighttime to soothe my aching heart. Yes! It's been one whole week and yet! It felt like yesterday, thanks to my family and Chris, I was able to keep my sanity in check. I thought that after I divorced him, I would finally forget about him completely...but no! I was wrong, I never knew it was going to be this hard and painful. Every passing moment I feel like my life is about to crawl away from me, I couldn't believe I attempted suicide twice, If not for Chris I would have been a long speech.

"I was asking myself why you had to drink so much. Yes." "I'm not a drunk. I caught my in bed with my husband." I paused, replayed what I had said in my head and giggled. "Damn! I guess I'm more drunk than I thought." "Yeah, but I understood you. He cheated?" I nodded. "He did, with my stepsister. He threw me out of the house and... divorced me." "Why did-" he began. He took the glass of alcohol; I wasn't aware that I was raised to my lips, away from me. In doing so, he leaned real close, and I got a noseful of his perfume, something woodsy and fresh.