Fiction Divorce Books Novels & Stories

I was no longer needed now that Cecilia was back. Noticing how serious I was, his expression darkened with anger, and he glared at me. "Are you serious, Fiona? Fine. Let's get divorced. Whoever backs out is a coward!" With that, he grabbed his bag and stormed out the door. Three days had passed since that argument, and neither of us had contacted the other. If anything, he kept posting vague updates on social media. When I checked, most of them were photos of him and Cecilia. The two of them were practically made for each other; one was a scumbag, and the other was a bitch.

Yes, he had the money, more than enough, and providence has given big money in his possession. When Vivian drove into her car park, in her apartment, on campus that night, she was unable to sleep. She felt the tears rolling her eyelashes on remembering Charles abandoning her. She wiped the tears that bedewed her face with a scarlet handkerchief as she drew a shaky breath. It would be so easy, she realized to love this man, named John Hill. Too easy! Besides, it was her fault for not having known that something wasn’t quite right about her from the very start, when she starts dating John Hill while under Charles. She had found the biography of John exciting, and the strange notion she took to

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."

The sea breeze was relaxing as well as hearing my son’s giggles as Drake continued teaching him how to swim. I looked for the bookmark on the book, scanned a few pages, and was able to locate it. This was a romance novel that I had not read for almost seven years. After I got married, all my books were forgotten as I focused my attention on my husband. After the divorce, I sold everything that reminded me of my ex-husband, including his car, house, and lot, leaving nothing but my books, which I kept with me. It was a long and painful process, but it was worth it in the end. Until he returned. I was back to square one in handling my emotions and feelings.

“Don’t you dare blame me for your problems, Damion. You made your choices. You chose her.” His eyes darkened, and he took a step closer. “You think it was that simple? You think I wanted to lose you?” I laughed bitterly, taking a step back. “Oh, spare me the bullshit. You cheated on me, Damion. Repeatedly. And when I turned a blind eye, you handed me a divorce papers like I was disposable. You didn’t fight for me. You didn’t fight for us. Or you think I didn’t know you we’re cheating on me with Kaia even before you handed me the divorce papers?”

"Divorce?" I shot him a smile, cold and sharp. "Fine." Damon froze like I'd just smacked him. Didn't expect that, huh? His mouth opened, no sound. I was already at my desk. "Sofia, get the divorce papers started," I said, grabbing a pen. "And let my father know—Damon's got something to say." "Vanessa, I—" "You want out, right?" I didn't even glance at him. "Then take it to the Don. Family rules."

"Yes, you’re my little boy. My one and only treasure. Will you forgive Mommy for losing you? "We were so close this whole time, but Mommy didn’t even realize you were my precious boy." Finn hesitantly wiped my tears with his tiny hands. "Don’t cry, Mommy. Finn’s wish already came true!" "What wish?" "I wished for a kind mom, like you." … The next day, I withdrew Finn from his school and left the divorce proceedings with my lawyers. When Daniel heard about it, he lost it. "No! I’m not signing! Why should I leave this marriage with nothing? I deserve half of Sophie’s family assets if we divorce!"

Heyyy Guys, Good news! Ex-wife's Marriage Revenge is now completed. I feel relieved and delighted at the same time. This book and my other book (Regretting Divorce) were very tough to write because during the lifetime of these books, I was hit by the most destructive storm any human can imagine facing... I lose my dear father, My Abbu.

So, even during the divorce, it would be considered my own private property and not a joint one. I decided to sell the house and bring the money home for my parents instead. The day I took the property agent on a tour of the house, though, Rachel suddenly came back without warning. When she saw another woman in the house, she began interrogating me without even asking me who she was. "Aaron Matthews! Our divorce was fake! How could you bring home another woman almost immediately?" I couldn't be bothered to answer her and just told the property agent that we should perhaps postpone the viewing to another day instead. Then, I politely saw her out of the door.

“I think we’ve been over for a while. We just didn’t want to admit it.” “No.” I agreed. “We didn’t.” We sat with that truth, and it felt like exhaling after holding your breath for years. Two months later, the divorce was filed amicably, and quietly. Claire moved out, moved in with her boss eventually. Diane was hurt but unsurprised, apparently she’d warned Felicia about getting involved with me, but Felicia had insisted. “She said you were worth the complication,” Diane told me at the final family dinner. “I hope she’s right.”