Novel & Cerita Fiction Books About Divorce

"She has signed over the paperwork in my name. Tonight, I will make the announcement." "Really? You will divorce her today?" Lyra chuckles. My heart stops, and my breath catches in my throat. I press myself closer to the wall, the weight of their words crashing down on me. I feel a wave of nausea as the truth sinks in. Damon, my husband, my Beta, the man I trusted with my life, is planning to leave me. Worse, it seems he has been using me all along. My hand trembles as I push the door open, my breath catching in my throat at the sight before me. Damon is lying on the bed, his body entwined with Lyra's. They are so engrossed in each other that they don't notice me standing in the doorway.

"Don't take it personally. Victor's just emotional today, so he's acting out a little. Give me some time to calm him down. Once he's stable, we'll get married again. This time, we won't divorce anymore." I didn't answer. At Victor's urging, Charlotte drove away. I had believed that same promise seven times already. Every time, I believed her. Every time, I was fooled. The first divorce happened because Charlotte forgot Victor's birthday. The second happened because Victor lost his beloved cat. The third happened because Victor had a nightmare and said he dreamed Charlotte didn't want him anymore after she got married. And this time, it was because Charlotte had prepared a gift for me and not

Now, you won't have to lie awake at 3:00 am staring at the ceiling, stressing over rent anymore, and you'll never have to drink until you throw up just to suck up to clients anymore! I had thought tonight would be one of the best nights of our lives. Yet, what awaited me was a divorce agreement that needed my signature. Suppressing the tremor in my lips, I inquired, "Where's the pen?" He tilted his chin toward the undercarriage of the coffee table.

"You can't do this! We were married three years!" "Three years?" My voice cut through the speaker, ice-cold. "You earn any of it? The house? The rides? The drip? Even your old man's still breathing 'cause you wore my ring. It's done. Everything goes back where it belongs." His face drained, like he was watching his own funeral. Sofia slammed the divorce papers to his chest. "Sign it. Our principessa ain't got time for clowns." Then we walked. Left them in the dirt.

“I might have sounded crazy some seconds ago, but I meant every inch of my words. I want you. I want all of you, and as long as I am here, no one in the world can hurt you. No one at all.” Nova’s lips parted to say a word, but she pressed my fingers against the soft flesh, silencing her for a second. “I could help you get a divorce, Nova. With me here, you can be out of that marriage. You do not have to worry.” The tension in the room shifted after my words, and Nova looked away gently like she was trying to avoid something. Divorce would naturally excite any woman in a toxic marriage, why is she reacting differently? My brows pulled together gently, then I moved my hand to her chin, directi

She paced once around the desk, then came back to it. Her mind was racing too fast to hold onto a single thought. Why? Why would he want to divorce her? They had argued, yes. They had drifted. But divorce? She thought of the night before he left. The way he’d pulled her close in the kitchen. I’m trying to build us. Her chest tightened painfully. Build what? An exit? She flipped through the pages again, slower this time, searching. There had to be more. There had to be a letter. A reason. Some cruel explanation tucked between legal jargon, but there was nothing.

He shouted coldly, "Yes! I slept with her! And yes, I like her! If you can’t take it, then get out! The divorce papers are ready whenever you want to sign them, Sofia!" The boardroom fell into a deathly silence. I stared at this stranger and screamed back hysterically, "Why should I divorce you?! Why should I make it easy for you and that hypocritical bitch?! "Dante, I want you and her to carry the stigma of adultery for the rest of your lives! You will never be forgiven in the eyes of God!"

“The judge will never read a two-hundred-page dossier on Daniel’s shortcomings aloud in court, while a crowd jeers at your ex-husband. He will never start his summing up, ‘Ms. Graveney, you are a saint to have put up with such an evil scumbag and I thus award you everything you want.’ ” I can’t help coloring. That is pretty much my Divorce Fantasy. Except in my version, the crowd throws bottles at Daniel too. “Daniel will never admit to being wrong,” Barnaby presses on relentlessly. “He’ll never stand in front of the judge, weeping and saying, ‘Fliss, please forgive me.’ The papers will never report your divorce with the headline: TOTAL SHIT ADMITS FULL SHITTINESS IN COURT.” I can’t help hal

Our story. A story of survival. I set down the wine glass and opened the laptop. The document with my scattered chapters fills the screen. I close it and open a new one. My fingers hover over the keyboard. Then I type: THE DIVORCE CLAUSE The title feels right. Perfect, even. A story about contracts and clauses and the fine print of marriage. About what happens when you sign away your life and then fight to get it back. Daniel reads over my shoulder. "The Divorce Clause. I like it."

She seemed to be convinced that he was a bastard who was madly in love with his ex-girlfriend, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Dammit, he thought to himself, turning his head to look away from her as she reached the climax of the story and caused the kids to gasp as they wondered if the dragon might eat the princess. He knew he needed to stop having these thoughts. He and Hannah were getting divorced, and perhaps it was for the best. When Hannah reached the end of the book, her voice tapering off as she closed the cover with a dramatic flourish. the children erupted into a chorus of disappointed groans and pleading cries for another story.