Fiction Books About Divorce Novels & Stories

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

It was a text from Cyril. “The security told me that you just stepped out. If you don't want a divorce, come back home this minute. If you pass the night outside, consider this marriage over,” I read the text as tears gushed down my eyes. I can't even have a moment of relief anymore because I married a narcissist.

It's been a while since I updated this book. However, I have delayed letting you know that I'm writing a book on Samuel and Chrisanna titled "Dispute Marriage" You'll find it on my goodnovel profile. This book is a bit different from others which don't have a forced marriage trope or any abusive family since you are already familiar with both families. The story revolves around two childhood friends Samuel and Chrisanna and their sudden marriage after Samuel disappears from Chrisanna's life for eight years. The book deals with heavy mental issues and a dark past. Slow burn.

Then, like bullets, his lethal words came blasting from his mouth. "But can I have a cup of coffee first?" I asked, hoping to slow his pace. "Can it wait? This is important. Tameka, I want a Divorce. It's been three years. I'm tired of this sexless and loveless marriage. But more importantly than that, Lizzy is very ill, and her only wish is to be married before she leaves this earth." I was floored. This isn't how I imagined it. "Copeland, I don't know what to say. You are catching me so off guard."

After requesting an extended leave from my boss, I boarded a flight abroad. Of course, before leaving, I didn't forget to send Sebastian the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, along with the evidence of his affair that I had gathered. If he had any sense, he would sign them. If not, things would only get ugly in the end. This trip had no fixed destination—I just wanted to get away, see new places, taste new foods. Life had to go on. There was no need to punish myself for someone else's mistakes.

The divorce papers, the fake pregnancy, Lucas shutting her out…. Is it really over?

Two months ago, I had asked for a divorce, I couldn't take it anymore, the pain he had caused me messed with my mental health, I was gradually losing it. But to Killian, it was one big joke, he laughed so hard that day, he told me to my face that he'd never grant me divorce. That I'm more than welcome to try. He has every means to keep me in this marriage and I know it. So, I tried my best not to let his actions and words hurt me, but is it even possible when I still loved him? I — I know that sounds pathetic…crazy even, but I've tried to hate him, I have, but we can't immediately unlove what or whom we love dearly.

I didn't feel so lonely anymore because I had someone I could talk to… For the two weeks that I have been locked in this hell hole.Lucas only visited me once to inform me that the divorce was finalised.I couldn't believe that Lucas had thrown away our four years of marriage just like that as though it didn't mean anything to him. What hurt me the most was that,he never made any effort to save our marriage. Lucas is the one who ruined everything that we built for four years then put all the blame on me, claiming that it was all my fault he betrayed me with Monalisa because I have been cheating on him for the past four years.

"Oh, I should read a book? Even my ex-husband gave me attention and never asked me to read a book.” "Oh, that again, then why did you divorce him?” “You, you made me divorce him,” she pointed a finger at me, and I shook my head in disbelief. “Yes, all those late calls, all those I miss you texts, you sent me all those, knowing I was with my husband.” "Cassie, I told you I thought you were different,” I regretfully said. “How different, Damian? You made me divorce my husband, you made me think you loved me.”

“Whatever this is between us makes no sense. I appreciate everything you’ve done to help me and every effort you have taken to find my daughter. I would leave first thing tomorrow morning, get an apartment and I can pay you back if you want so I don't feel indebted to you,” My blood ran cold and for a second all I did was stare at her, letting the word resonate into my head before a slow deranged laugh bubbled from my throat, escalating into a loud one that made fear flash through her eyes. She swallowed hard, hand fisting her dress as she took a step back. “Divorce?” I took a step forward, and darkness slowly took over what was left of my brain. “The word ‘divorce’ doesn't exist in my dicti