Find My Mate After Divorce Novels & Stories

I said. "First we get you a job. Something good, something that starts rebuilding your financial independence quietly. Then when you have enough to stand on your own two feet — you divorce him. You build from there. And when you are ready, when you are strong enough, you come back for your share of that business. It was willed to both of you by your grandparents. He cannot erase that. But you need to be in a position of strength before you go after it." I sat with that for a long moment.

I said softly, sniffling. Before I could say more, my mother cut in. "You don't need to apologize to us. As long as you're okay, that's all that matters. If this wedding's off, then it's off. You won't have trouble finding someone worth your time. You're our daughter, after all." When I hung up, my chest felt warm. No matter how badly I got hurt, home would always be my safe place. Right then, my phone buzzed again. It was a picture from an unknown number.

I guess after that, I won’t be much interested in parties and birthday cake. I left my dads to handle Mom and head over to the main table, where Matthew is looking around. “Lose someone?” I ask, chuckling. “You know I’m looking for my mate,” he says. “And I don’t see her. That’s not fair. You have Rylee already.” I shrug. “I don’t know for sure she’s my mate yet, but I’m pretty sure. I know you’ll find yours soon. Don’t worry.” “Easy for you to say,” he says.

They just want to disturb me further with their dramas. Charlotte came over to take me from my comfort zone and successfully got me to bring her back home. Then Mom invites me for dinner, which she used or should I say turned into an interrogation room. Gosh! These two women in my life are just giving me stress and stress alone. Only Macey can take this from me. But I need to find her location. She just disappeared after the divorce with no trace. Her number isn't reachable, no one can tell me exactly where she is. This is just so unbearable. But I'm not going to give up. I'm going to find her.

THEA They always say the hardest part of divorce is the heartbreak. They are wrong. The hardest part is watching your son look at you like you are the villain. The hardest part is realizing you were the only one holding on. “Mommy, why's Aunty Claire crying? Did you hit her?” He'd asked me when I went to see him in school to say goodbye. I just didn't know how to let go or do I? “This will be the last time I'll come to see you honey.” I'd said, acting like I didn't hear him.

“I don’t know how you want to do that but okay. Wouldn’t change the fact am highly disappointed in you. I’m going back home. I can’t stay in your house . You both should Visit me when you are in good terms with your wife. “ she said and I nodded. I tried touching her but she removed her hand. “Don’t touch me..for now.. I need to rest” she said. “Okay..okay” I sighed. Flashback over. I need to get back Camille and the first step is making sure the divorce never takes place and that was what made me hire Mateo so as to stop her but the dumbass spoilt everything. I don’t even know where the hell she is and worst is that I don’t know if she’s dead or alive.

I groaned and prayed she wouldn't be like this if and when I found my mate. "I understand that mom but I twenty-nine now." I said placing a hand on her shoulder. I towered over my four foot mother and it made her look so frail but I knew, hell everyone who knew my mother knew she was anything but frail. "I know but before we went I wanted to have a private discussion with you. If you do not find a mate in the next couple of months I do want you to consider taking a chosen mate." I groaned. "Not this again. Mom I will find my mate when it's time, stop being impatient. You're just as bad as Xander." I said slipping on my shoes and tiring them,

Violet’s POV This man standing in front of me was my mate. I never for once imagined I would be mated to a middle-aged man, but if that is all it takes to save me from the misery of life, I wouldn’t care. His hands on my skin made my heart race even more, but then I noticed the look on his face; he never said a word to me. Was he not feeling the mate bond? Why hasn’t he said anything to me? I asked myself, lost in my own thoughts. I had waited all these years to finally meet my mate. I just turned 19 and was scared that I wouldn’t find him.

I looked at him, his smile had disappeared now. "What happened between you and Charlie five years ago?” Marcus looked down briefly, then he continued. "He called it a mistake first." My fingers tightened around the cup. "Then he said he didn't regret it." Marcus looked away. "After the divorce, he started looking for you." His eyes returned to mine. "I was in his office today and..." He trailed off. I watched him. "What happened?" Marcus rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "It's nothing." "Marcus."

I was hoping that one day she could find her way back to me when she was older, but how the fuck would my mate do that if she didn’t even know my damn name! I still haven’t been able to find out where she went or what happened to her in five years. You would think it shouldn’t be too hard to find a missing person, especially with the help of local law enforcement. Yet, they don’t know where my mate ended up or who she even was. There was news about her deceased mother, but not a single word on my mate. I had been looking for years to find evidence of where my little mate disappeared, and I have found nothing. Absolutely nothing at all!