Find My Mate After Divorce Novels & Stories

But the love I once knew was gone. If he wants a divorce. Fine by me. I won't stay in this meaningless marriage anymore. I turned and walked out of the room without another word. *** In my bedroom, I pulled out a suitcase and began packing my things. My hands moved, grabbing clothes and tossing them into the bag. I didn’t know where I was going, but I couldn’t stay here. As I reached for a box on the top shelf of the closet, something fell out—a small medal, tarnished with age. I picked it up, my fingers brushing over the engraved letters.

I failed her as a mate. Griffen had been out with the men, searching relentlessly. He kept me updated, but I could tell he was becoming frustrated at her being gone too. They seemed to have a connection between them as well, which warmed my heart but also broke it at the same time. He missed her too, and I could tell he was frustrated every day he came back searching for her.

"Last rule, after divorce, you must not talk to me even if we meet again. Although I think it is highly unlikely." "What's highly unlikely?" he asked. "That I will not talk to you?" "That we will meet again." I cleared. "You'll probably be busy with your rightful mate. And I'm going to be busy with whatever I want to be." I smiled. I can't wait for that to happen. Jeff stared at me intently. "An actress?" I shrugged. "I don't know yet. But since I'm getting a million, maybe I can be a businesswoman?" I kidded.

I’m such a bad mate to her. I have searched everywhere for her, my men are looking for her as well, but nothing was found, it's like she disappears into the thin air. I should have never been so terrible or acted like a bastard to my destiny mate, I regret all my actions, I don't even know where she went to, I don't know anything about her, I only knew her name was Mia.

If I start raising my voice, he will also lose his temper and we will end up arguing again. I averted my gaze and stared at the air. “Our marriage bruised our hearts and soul, Tyler. Our misery brought us to a painful divorce…” He was still silent as if he didn't want to hear me out. I took a deep sigh and slowly turned to him, “Our divorce was the right choice, though. We can finally talk calmly now. I also know that in the future, we can look at each other’s eyes without hatred. And for Millie, I’m willing to do this. I don’t wanna live forever in hatred. I also want to be happy. Millie deserves to be happy. And for that to happen, we have to be mature.”

Despite my sadness, I promised her that I would be home soon. My mind drifted while I sat on the plane. New York. After all that had happened, it looked strange to return after such a long time. It's been five years. I hadn't returned since my divorce. I had buried memories of the city. I had memories of a man whom I thought would be my forever partner but who left me without thinking twice. But I was a different lady, and it seemed like a different world now.

She had never been the type to nag at me. Since our divorce wasn't finalized yet, all I did was mute her messages. However, Willow was determined to find me. She even hired someone to look into my whereabouts overseas. She kept waiting for me to send her a reply, but I never did. In the last few days, she had sent me more messages than she ever did throughout our four-year marriage. In order to force me to show myself, she posted a picture of me online and claimed that she had lost contact with me—her husband. She asked the public to help her look for me. She also explicitly wrote that she didn't want a divorce.

“I’m leaving you. I’ve met my true mate—my destined one.” “What? Are you joking?” “No, I’m not… We need a divorce.”

I’ll never meet my mate and even if I do, we can never recognise each other. I did try to look for her and ask her to undo the spell but she was nowhere to be seen. She disappeared after ruining my life. But I think it's for the best. A mate wouldn't do me any good. I'm a mess. I would just hurt her and make her suffer if I found her right now.

For three years, he never opened his heart to me and he kept waiting for his greatest love. “Damn it!” I cursed when I remembered that one night of passion that led us to become a couple. In the midst of the ongoing party, I had so many what ifs running inside my head. What if I wasn’t so blinded with my love for him? What if I hadn’t worked with his grandfather to trap him into his marriage? What if I didn’t discover the truth that Natalia was just after his money? What if I never met him in the first place? “Mrs. Thompson, you look lovely tonight!”