Fiction Divorce Books Novels & Stories

I said, "Ian, you should've known there would be consequences the moment you told your first lie. They may come late, but they are always going to come. Whether you can or are willing to handle them is none of my concern." From afar, my colleagues called me over for lunch. I ended the call and blocked his number. Nova sent me a text saying that Ian slept with Francesca after getting drunk. Her husband found out about it and filed for a divorce. With nowhere left to go, she was now staying in the Ludwig residence. She asked, "Do you think they'd really get married now?" I smirked and replied, "It'd be great if they could. That way, they won't have the chance to mess up someone else's life."

I paced the kitchen, nervous energy making it impossible to sit still. "Lynn Sheldon?" A warm, professional female voice came on the line. "This is Diane Chambers. I understand you're looking to file for divorce?" "Yes. From Festy Vale. We've been married three years." "And what grounds are you citing?" I took a deep breath. This was it. The moment I took control of my life back. "Emotional abuse. Financial control. And..." My voice wavered. "He sold me to another man for sex without my knowledge or consent."

Almost sewing ourselves into the other’s skin. I wonder what kind of life we could have led if we hadn’t divorced. Would he be the best father in the world? No, I shouldn’t be thinking of what could have been. I shouldn’t even be seeing us as a family. Camilla is still his legal wife. He has a son, too, Davies. Zahra and I have been living just fine without him. It’s better not to hope and end up getting shattered. After all the streaks of betrayal, agony, lies, and deceit I’ve faced, I’m afraid I might just shatter into a million pieces if I face one more dilemma.

I loved her with every fiber of my being, I gave her the world, literally everything but yet she chose to betray me, in the worst way possible and —even went as far as trying to poison me. She wanted me dead, so she could have her freedom. Mom tried to warn me, about her, her family but I didn't listen. I let her manipulate me with her lies and deceit. I let her break me beyond limit, leaving me heartbroken and shattered. And now, out of the blue, she's bringing up divorce. Just wow. She wants to be a whore so bad, she keeps lying about everything she has done but I can see it in her eyes, the desperate need to get rid of me.

“Good morning, Swan.” She sniffs. “This divorce is very frivolous in my opinion.” I mutter under my breath, This is going to be a whole damn television series. “All rise.” Judge Franklin enters. “This mediation concerns the dissolution of marriage brought by Mr. Jalen Todd,” she says. Michael takes the floor. “Yes your honor. On the basis of infidelity, theft, emotional torment, false and fabricated images, revenge p**n, fraudulent pregnancy claims, and violation of a sealed prenup and contract.”

" 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."

"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

Yeah, I was foolish enough that I couldn't even take care of myself. That's why I lost our child and my husband. Now, it seemed there was nothing left for me to lose. My lips parted, and the words finally came out. "Ryland, let's get divorced." His hand paused for a moment. Still, he didn't look at me. "Why are you bringing that up? Aren’t we already divorced? If you're in a hurry to remarry, we can move the date up a few days," he spoke quickly. Whenever he'd talked about things like this in the past, he'd always been calm and completely certain of himself.

I let out a cold chuckle and looked at Jocelyn and Ethan. "Even if she doesn't divorce me, I'm going to divorce her eventually." Jocelyn frowned instead. "Jeffrey, what nonsense are you talking about?" I glanced at their hands, already clasped together, and said, "I want a divorce!" At that moment, the bullet comments appeared again. [Whoa! The supporting male lead is actually asking for a divorce!] [Divorce works too. The female lead will get 500 thousand, the debt will be split between them, and she and the male lead won't have to worry about money for the rest of their lives.]

Petra sat on the couch, flipping through a large file, dressed like the billionaire heiress she was now. Her fitted cream blouse rested neatly against her body while the black skirt she wore crossed elegantly over her legs. The once simple woman who used to spend hours cooking and cleaning for Pete now carried herself with confidence and authority. The luxurious living room around her was quiet except for the soft sound of papers turning beneath her fingers. Malcolm walked in, holding a file. “The divorce proceedings are done.” He said, stretching the file to her as he sat opposite her.