Frank And Amelia Divorce Novels & Stories

“All he wanted was the woman he could never have - my sister. So he and his family treated me like nothing. Now the tables have turned and revenge they say, is a drink best served cold.” *** One year ago, Brianna Page escaped the suffocating grip of her marriage to Nico Armani, a union that had reduced her to a mere shadow of her former self. Treated like a nobody by her husband and maltreated by his family, Brianna's almost nonexistent spark had been all but extinguished, snuffed out and scattered like the autumn leaves in gusts of wind. Now, she is a different woman altogether, a force to be reckoned with. The timid, submissive bride is gone, replaced by a confident, powerful ent

Leonel Grisham, CEO of Mountain Ltd, 38th, considers his wife a status symbol. There is no love between them. It's cold. They rarely spend time together. They rarely even show affection to each other, which can be counted on one hand. Throughout their 5-year marriage, nothing was special except that Chloe Delilah is Leonel's parents' favorite daughter-in-law. Leo has a girlfriend whom he loves deeply. Unfortunately, Leo's mother disapproves because his girlfriend, Ester Gabriella, is an ordinary-class photo model. Leo's world revolves around his work and Ester. Chloe is not a part of his life; she is just a trophy wife. The unfortunate incident that took away Chloe's eyesight also shocke

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my wife's secretary, Ryan, posted a photo on social media. I took off my wedding ring and asked for a divorce. Madison looked stunned. "You're divorcing me over a picture of me with a cat? What kind of childish stunt is this?" She was severely allergic to cat fur. For her, I gave away the cat I'd loved for seven years. In ten years of marriage, I'd never even thought about getting another pet. Yet she let Ryan keep a ragdoll cat in the office. Cat fur was everywhere, but she'd just smile, pop an allergy pill, and say the cat helped her relax. There were more photos of that cat on her phone than pictures of our family. When Madison realized I was seri

I woke up staring at divorce papers—from the guy I'd crushed on all through college. My name. His. Right there on the page. He said I cheated. Last thing I remembered? Getting ready to finally tell him how I felt at our graduation party. Now suddenly, we've got a four-year-old. And him? He looked at me like I was some rando off the street. No trace of the sweet, soft guy I used to know. Just ice. What did I miss? What the hell happened in the last five years?

I was a semi-retired actress, joining a divorce reality show with my billionaire husband. "I want a divorce." Facing the camera, I spoke calmly. Off-camera, Hector Sinclair frowned as he reviewed the scene with me. "You need to show more emotion when you say it. That’s what will get people talking, stir up discussion, and drive the views. "Otherwise, who’s going to believe you really want to divorce me? They’ll just think you’re acting again. “Use your head. I can’t guide you every step of the way." Yeah. To outsiders, I was nothing more than a pretty face—vain, shallow, and talentless. Meanwhile, he was a shrewd and cultured businessman, commanding a fortune worth billion. No one believed

On her birthday night, inside her family’s five-star restaurant, she realizes her marriage is already over. While she waits alone, her husband chooses another woman.. again. Humiliated, heartbroken, she makes a reckless decision… unaware that a powerful billionaire has been watching her from the shadows. He knows her pain. He knows her family's secrets. And he wants to free her from the man who never loved her. But nothing ever unfolds that simply—especially not when fate has already decided to complicate it. Resentment turns into obsession, and truth bleeds into revenge. Soon, the cost of freedom begins to rise beyond divorce… beyond love… beyond mercy. And when buried histories ignite, w

Two unknown people tide in an unwanted bond .. marriage bond . It's an arrange marriage , both got married .. Amoli the female lead .. she took vows of marriage with her heart that she will be loyal and always give her everything to make this marriage work although she was against this relationship . On the other hands Varun the male lead ... He vowed that he will go any extent to make this marriage broken .. After the marriage Varun struggle to take divorce from his wife while Amoli never give any ears to her husband's divorce demand , At last Varun kissed the victory by getting divorce papers in his hands but there is a confusion in his head that what made his wife to change her hard

Before my grandfather, the Don of the Rinaldi family, dies, he leaves behind a will. The five Principessas of the Rinaldi family are forbidden from using our family name. We must live like ordinary people until one of us gives birth to the first heir. Whoever does so will inherit everything. For three years, I keep my identity hidden. My husband, Oliver Wright, and I live in a cramped apartment to the south of Windmere. Every morning, we squeeze onto the subway to get to work. When we're short on money, we stay up late making plans and racking our brains trying to keep his small company afloat. I never think life is hard because I love him. One day, the doctor hands me my medical test

My wife, Elena Clifford, is mentally weak. Although just the sound of my breathing irritates her when we sleep, she can sleep soundly next to her boy toy, Chris Olson, even when he's playing an out-of-tune melody on his guitar. I ask for a divorce after watching Elena and Chris flirt with each other in a video. "Why are you causing a fuss when I'm just sleeping?" Elena asks with a disdainful sneer. "You have no idea how much better my life would be if I got rid of a burden like you." I look at her coldly and reply, "Of course. The best has yet to come for you."

“Just...I have one question before this,” I pretend to not see his hurtful look, keeping my eyes on his chest, “...Please.” Would it change anything if I’m pregnant? I want to ask, I don’t know how. Taking a deep breath, I look up, just to catch him rolling his eyes with a sigh: “I don’t have time for your games, Scar.” Home? I laugh bitterly. We don’t have a home anymore, Sebastian. I built one for us, and you broke it.