Find My Mate After Divorce Novels & Stories

I retorted, staring directly into her eyes. She should see that I'm not joking. She should understand that I don’t associate with people who think mistreating others is acceptable, and I certainly don’t keep memories of those who made my life miserable. She gave an awkward laugh. “I think you might have forgotten who I am, but no worries, I don’t mind bringing your memory back. Three years ago, you married my son and then things went wrong, leading to your divorce,” She paused and took a step forward, causing me to instinctively step back.

So, she sent him a message. This would be their last time visiting her mother. William replied, [I'll be there soon.] Rachel typed a quick reply, [Okay, I'm here waiting for you.] She put her phone away and began talking to her mother, Melanie. "Mom, I have something to tell you. I might be leaving Yurelia City soon, and maybe I'll never come back. Also, I'm going to divorce William. I really didn't want to say this, but I have to—you were wrong about him…"

The eleventh time. I didn't want to drag this out any longer. I needed to tell Derek about the dissolution of our mate bond. "Do you have time tomorrow?" I asked, cutting through his promises. "About the mate bond dissolution application—" Before I could finish my sentence, Vivian's provocative voice suddenly came through the phone. "Derek, baby, do you like this bikini?" Her voice was deliberately sultry, meant for me to hear. "Come take a look! If you like it, I'll bring it to the Maldives with us."

“I think so. Just… trying to breathe.” “Good.” She sipped her wine and glanced across the room. “So… Sebastian. He’s your ex, right?” I hesitated. “Yes. We were married before.” “You two don’t act like enemies,” she noted, brows raised. “We’re not,” I said after a pause. “We’re trying not to be, anyway.” Susan smiled. “That’s rare. Usually, divorced people can’t stand the sight of each other.” I shrugged. “He’s complicated.”

Frustration ate deep into my heart, guilt danced in my soul, and I felt miserable. "I've searched for her; I'm still searching for her. I've asked every man and woman out here about her. No one... no one seemed to know a clue about her whereabouts. It's just as if she vanished into thin air." "Hmmm, you said she is your mate, huh?” my mother asked. "Yes! She is." "That means she's still alive, huh? Considering that the mate bond will signal you if she is dead." "Yes... Yes... I still feel it; she's alive."

Someone had posted a private video on the dark web of the underground world. In the video, a naked woman was sitting on top of a man. The comment section was flooded with messages: “So fucking hot. She’s unbelievably sexy.” My gaze swept across the man’s body, and in that instant, I felt as if lightning had struck me. A black ring glinted on his hand, which was wrapped around the woman's waist. It was the wedding ring my husband Edward, the Don of the Family , and I had designed together.

I ask. He looks at me wistfully for a moment and says, “Your mate is the other half of your soul. Once you meet them you will never look at another person the same. Sometimes it takes a long time to find your mate and I have known people to fall in love with someone that isn’t their mate only to find them later. It doesn’t always happen, but the they will leave their lover for their mate. It happened to my mom’s sister and she was devastated, but also happy for her lover.”

Every time, she’d waved them off, her excuse being the same: "You haven’t found your mate yet, you're going to be an Alpha without a wife?" And she always seemed to take delight in pointing out that it was the only prerequisite for a divorce, in the marriage contract we'd signed. But now, the relief I had been chasing for so long was within reach. I had found my mate— two years ago, in fact— and it was time for this charade to end. I couldn't hold back anymore. I needed to be with Soraya. I needed to be with my daughter.

My own mate connection on the brink of breaking tends to keep me up at night. “Excuse me?” “Show me, show me what your men reported to you…” “Pierce!” “Show me!” I can’t help but growl from the slight humour in his voice. He has his mate now, he forgets what it is like to be parted from a mate, someone that was made for you and you alone. “You need to just give it some time…” “I have Reuben…6 months. I can’t keep going on like this. I need to find her.” My voice is sounding as exasperated as how I feel. I take a deep breath in before continuing.

Miller, sitting beside his wife, nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with paternal pride. Susan paused for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Well, Mom and Dad, after breaking up with Mateo, I did try dating other guys. But none of them could compare to Mateo. He set the bar so high in terms of compatibility and connection," she confessed, her voice tinged with longing and vulnerability.