From Divorce 'to His Embrace Novels & Stories

said Butler Shawn. “Good.” Joshua let go of her face with a push. He walked over to the butler and took the divorce paper. Emily looked at Joshua and her tears were dripping down her face. She crawled over to him. Her right hand grabbed onto his leg, while her left broken hand was lifted to her chest. “Joshua, we don’t have to divorce. I will keep my distance. I will just look at you from afar. As long as I get to see your face every day and every night, that is enough for me,” said Emily.

They got intimate? "Damn it.".he gritted between his teeth. Why would they make out when they had just few weeks to go? He'd been so happy when his informant reported that they barely lived like couples in the house. It gave him hope that Adira wouldn't have a difficult time moving on when they divorce. So, why the hell were they getting intimate with just little time left? He rose to his feet, inserting his hands in his trouser pockets and pacing round his office. What if they become too attached and cancel the divorce plans?

He sniffled and shook her slightly. "Look at me Mi charlatán, please. Say this that you don't want this divorce." he asked her softly to which she snapped her head at him and looked at him with her cold eyes. She pushed his hands away from her shoulder immediately making him miss her warmth under his cold palms. "I-I-I want this divorce. I don't want to live with y-you." Vanessa said with so much disgust in her eyes which made Emiliano to feel his heart broke in millions of pieces which he thought never existed.

My grip on her hand tightens “You don’t understand.” She lets out a soft chuckle. “I do. That’s why I’m letting go.” “No.” I shake my head. “I won’t let you go like this. I’ll take care of you, Lina. You won’t be alone.” Tears well up in her eyes, and my chest constricts painfully. “But you will.” She sniffles. “You’ll be trapped in something you don’t want. And I don’t want that.” “I’ll divorce Emily.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. They feel final“As soon as possible. I swear.”

I reply coolly. His eyes flick over my face, reading more than I want him to. “I was under the impression you two were still attached at the hip,” he says smoothly. “Married last I heard.” The word married lands heavy between us and something in my chest twists. “We are divorced,” I say flatly. His eyebrows lift slightly not in shock but more like interest. “Is that so,” he murmurs. “That is unfortunate.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “For who?”

“You’re imagining things, Sophia. Nothing happened last night.” “Then why did you look so hurt when you kicked the door open?” His eyes flew open. “What?” “I saw the look in your eyes.” I swallowed. “My mom must have said something to—” “Drop it.” “But—” “Drop it, Sophia.” He grabbed his coffee, pushed mine toward me, and walked out of the kitchen. If this was what marriage looked like—two people sharing a house but not a life—then I wanted no part of it.

She only snapped back to realization after a few seconds. She grabbed his hand and cried in desperation, "Divorce? No, we still have a child! You can't abandon us!"

~Rose~ I spent the next few hours wandering the streets, completely lost. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I had just divorced James. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt this much if I had never loved him. But I did. Deeply. And now my chest ached as I thought about all the madness I endured during our marriage, the times I obsessed over him while he was out chasing other women. Eventually, my legs gave in and I decided to head home. At least there, I could find comfort… maybe even cry in my parents’ arms.

And he was hugging so tightly that she found it difficult to breathe. Liam's grip loosened slightly, and then he shifted and embraced Rita in another position. "Law doesn't say that divorce restrain me from hugging you." Rita's face was complex when she heard Liam say so. The main point was not hugging but that they had divorced. What kind of divorced couple would be so intimate? She lowered her eyes, restlessness flowing in her eyes. "You should cut it clean since you promised to divorce me and let me go, shouldn't you?"

Who gave her the guts to say such words in front of him? Emma Rosy smiled at Alex Brown as her wrist was shaken to the point of pain: "Haven't you always wanted to divorce with me? After you divorce me, you can marry Marisa Miller, and you two can grow old together." Yes, how wonderful. Alex Brown gritted his teeth, she was so anxious for him to marry Marisa Darcy and get rid of him? Alex Brown released his grip on Emma Rosy's wrist, stepped back and looked down at Emma Rosy, who was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed: "If you want a divorce, you're out of the house." "Okay."