Fiction Divorce Books Novels & Stories

Mark asked, "Mr. Yates, what kind of book should I buy?" "Whatever. It doesn't matter," Lucas answered. "Hurry up." "Right away, Mr. Yates," said Mark as he rushed out of the room. A while later, he returned with a romance novel. Lucas' expression darkened when he saw the book's title—"Post-Divorce Seduction". Why did he feel like the book was depicting his situation? Mark swallowed when he saw Lucas' expression. He asked gingerly, "Sir, do you need me to buy another one for you?"

“Thinking that makes you feel better, huh?” “So why don’t we just forgive each other? After all, we both cheated.” “I’m not like you, Adrian,” she said sharply, her voice filled with disgust. “I’m sick of dealing with you.” She opened a drawer, took out a brown envelope, and placed it on her desk. “That’s the divorce papers from the court. Along with the asset separation filing. I won’t take a cent under your name. But all assets under my name will be transferred accordingly.” I stared at the envelope, then at Vivian. My eyes burned with fury.

The girl I thought had died all those years ago and had lived with the guilt for years, the same girl was here in the flesh and for some stupid and untrue reasons was ready to end my life. Daven rose from the couch and retrieved the divorce papers from the table. He approached me with an evil glint in his eyes. I reached out to collect the divorce papers, the papers that would put an end to the complicated marriage we had going on for 5 years, the papers that would put an end to Mrs. Kruger. Just before I could take the papers, Daven let them slip from his hands to the floor. “Whoops.” Daven smirked. Daisy laughed, taking so much glee in my humiliation but I held back tears as I reached down

I was happy, scared, surprised, uncertain, and even confused. I was happy that I finally got the proof that I wasn’t the problem. I was scared that I didn’t know if it was Donovan’s or the older man from the bar. I was surprised, uncertain, and confused about how it happened and how I’d go about it, especially now that I had no job and I was broke as hell. Donovan divorced me and left me empty-handed. I invested everything I had in our marriage with the hope that it would be forever. But now I know better…

" Turning, I walked away, but regret cut deep, festering in my heart. I had known something was off from the day Noah was born and should have left then. I had held onto this fantasy of giving Noah a 'complete' family, hesitating, second-guessing, until it left me stranded in this miserable farce. When Vivian returned, she claimed she wanted to bond with us and stayed in our home. With Noah's constant cries waking us at night, Daniel moved to the study, saying he needed rest. But one night, while passing the study to grab something, I saw the light still on and heard muffled voices. Quietly approaching, I found Vivian in Daniel's arms, crying. "How long do I have to keep hiding like this?" s

I started the conversation. I chose not to head straight to the point, just to ensure a smooth conversation. I wanted to be certain that Dante paid full attention, to avoid making it seem as though I was speaking to myself alone. “Get on with it immediately. I am all ears,” he consented. “I am filing for divorce. Olivia and I have decided to go our separate ways,” I unleashed the bombshell that forced Dante to leave his seated position. “What did you just say? This must be a prank, isn't it? Wait a minute! What has this got to do with Adrian?”

“You’ll have them by the end of the week.” And then I walked upstairs. Alone, by choice. For the first time in three years, I didn’t cry myself to sleep. I just… slept. --- DAMIAN’S POV She said it like she was ordering a cup of coffee. Calm, clear and final. “I want a divorce, Damian.” Three words, five syllables. And my entire goddamn world tilted on its axis. I didn’t breath, I Just stood there, frozen, as she walked past me. The whisper of her silk dress against my slacks was the loudest sound in the universe.

She turned before he could finish and walked away without hesitation. She did not want to listen to his guilt-tripping. It sounded like praises, but they were accusations of her being immature and unkind. That night, Gia took the divorce papers she had prepared and knocked on the door of his study. He sat deeply focused in front of his laptop and had a few books in front of him. One glance was all it took for Gia to see that the books were pregnancy nutrition guides. Her fingers trembled slightly. "What is it?" he asked without looking up.

Sophie just smiled and told him gently that she was fine. When she saw me come in, she gestured for Dylan to step out. "Soph, are you okay?" I asked. She gave me a soft smile and reached for my hand. "I'm fine, Miles." "I didn't push Dylan." The smile on Sophie's face faltered for just a second before she smoothed it back into place. "Let's not talk about that." I took a deep breath. She suspected me. "Sophie, maybe we really should just get divorced. I can't accept this baby."

I waved my phone at Elena and said, "Sign the divorce papers as soon as possible if you don't want everyone to find out that the almighty Ms. Clifford is having an affair." Clifford Corporation was busy preparing to become a public listed company. It couldn't afford to have even a hint of negative press, which was also why Elena kept dragging things out and refused to divorce me. However, she had no right to keep me trapped in this marriage. It was utterly preposterous that she was still expecting me to help her keep up a good image when she was cheating with another man right in front of my face. I sent the recording to Maria. After all, she was the one who was truly in charge of the Cliffo