Fiction Books About Divorce Novels & Stories

"You couldn't give me a child. My father's only wish before he died was to hold a grandchild. Because of you, he never got that. This situation you're in? You deserve it." I gripped the voice recorder hidden in my hand. "So you cheated on me. You hid assets. You left me with nothing. And you think you're the good guy here?" Brad's patience ran out. "So what if I did? We're divorced now. That's the reality, Lauren. Look—we had a few years together. Don't make this pathetic. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Have some self-respect and walk away." Vanessa just stood there behind him, watching me like a cat who'd swallowed the canary.

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay. I took off my wedding ring and threw it at him. “I’m done, Lucas.

Instantly, the words I had overheard earlier echoed through my head on a toxic loop: “I don't like boring girls." “She’ll marry me because she does everything I ask.” My fists balled into the sheets. I sat up abruptly, grabbing Sebastian by his broad shoulders and pulling him down into another bruised, rough kiss. Swapping our positions, I pushed him back onto the mattress and straddled him, looking down into his emerald, unreadable eyes. I'm done being the good girl. I'm done trying to be perfect for men who treated me like an ordinary choice. From this moment on, I'm writing my own rules, and I will be the master of this game.

he retorted. Jessamine slowly unpacked a new set of cutlery. "How about you confess to your dad? Tell him you don't like women. Otherwise, he'll keep worrying about finding a girlfriend for you," urged Jessamine. "Do you think I haven't thought about it? That old man probably has some idea, but he's holding on to a glimmer of hope. By the way, how have you been lately? Has Thirsty Ted bothered you?" he asked. Jessamine took a sip from her glass and said somewhat sadly, "We're getting a divorce. He can't hurt me anymore. I don't care about anything now."

If that’s the case, fine, I’ll play along. “Claire, my love.” Charles managed to make his way to me. He knelt beside the bed and held my hand. “I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating.” I know what Charles did was because he still wants something from me. From the time we got married until now, there’s one thing he’s always avoided the most: divorce. Because in his mind, if he gets divorced, his wealth will be split with me. Charles enjoys having two women. But he can only afford to support one. That’s the reality.

" It was only now that I discovered that such shameless people existed. Before I could say a word, a neighbor pulled me aside. "How could you be so shameless? How much more shameless can you get?" "You disgusting girl! You make infidelity sound so romantic." Countless scoldings surrounded her. Mindy sternly warned the people around her, "What does it have to do with you? What's your role in this? He's my husband. This is a private matter." I smiled. "I've already signed that divorce agreement."

“You enjoy humiliating me, don’t you?” “You’re pathetic,” she sneered. She could hardly believe she had once loved this man. Years of her life—wasted. She shoved a folder against his chest, stepping back, suffocated by the stench of alcohol clinging to him. Suffocated, just as this house had always suffocated her. Felix scowled down at the papers. “What is this?” He blinked at the words. “Divorce papers.” “And where exactly do you think you’ll go after the divorce?” Felix asked with contempt.

With wide eyes, Maggie said, “You didn’t seem to like men who play by the rules, do you? You like men who keep you guessing, and you like them to give you surprise.” “What are you talking about?” Maggie approached Alice and said, “I’m simply curious. I have met a lot of men, but Damian is certainly in the top three. No offence, dear. I recently read a book that said that, if you think about getting divorced before getting married, it will most likely happen later. It was all about woman’s intuition.” “What exactly do you mean?” “I mean, what do you think will be the reason if you and Zayden divorce later?”

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

"Just chilling. Thought maybe I could help." I smiled, genuinely thankful, and gently pushed the door open. Laughter spilled out from inside. "Man, only you could've pulled that off, Clement. Leaving Faye stranded in Svalmere—bet she cried her eyes out." "So, when are you bringing her back?" I gripped the door handle tighter when I heard Clement's slow, relaxed drawl. "What's the rush? I'll bring her back when she learns her lesson. You guys won't believe this—she actually emailed me a divorce agreement the other day. Said she wanted to 'end things'. I almost died laughing. It's obviously a bluff.