Novel & Cerita Her Bright Life After Divorce

“Yeah, I am.” Her smile suddenly enraptured Billy. “You got me good.” “But seriously, yeah. Divorced. We were together for two years, had a beautiful little girl together, and then he told me he didn’t love me anymore.” “Wow. That’s harsh.” “Yeah, it was a tough time. Now, I’m working for an ad agency uptown and staying with my sister. Just taking life one day at a time, as the saying goes.” “Where’s your daughter now?”

Father snaps and I roll my eyes. “Watch my tone? You think you have the right to raise your voice at me? You both have been extremely toxic to each other and very, extremely toxic to me. Why do you think this is? A tv show where you’d announce about getting back and revive an immense amount of support from me? No! This is real life. One minute you’re sitting there and announcing getting a divorce and the next you suddenly want to try again?” "I know, I know I’ve been a terrible wife-“

Sweat beaded across his forehead, and his eyes were rimmed with red. He looked so heartbroken and devoted that anyone watching would have sworn he loved me to death. I pulled my hand back and wiped it on the sheet like it was filthy, then told him, "Let's get a divorce." "What?" He stared at me, disbelief in every line of his face. "Over a lump of dead tissue, you want a divorce?" "Elodie, when did you turn into someone this unreasonable?!" He had more to say, but his phone suddenly rang.

“I thought you didn’t care about—” “I thought about it, and it’s better she doesn’t find out about this argument at all.” She gave me a tight smile that made my heart sink. “After all, you’re the perfect stepfather figure for her. I’m sure you don’t want to ruin your image by telling her about our bad times. Our marriage’s still okay, we’re just going through a phase.” “A phase?” “All married couples go through that.” “Diane!” “Don’t fucking yell at me.” She snapped. “Like I said, keep all details of the argument to yourself. I’ll be leaving early for work tomorrow, so we might not see until—”

The lighting was warm inside the live broadcast room. Wearing a simple suit, I calmly sat in front of the camera. The host asked cautiously, "Ms. Scott, what do you think about the recent online discussions about your divorce and your new company?" I smiled at the camera. "I divorced my ex-husband to fix the mistake I made in the past. The company is a new beginning for me. I don't regret any of my choices." "I heard that Larson Group's in a tough position lately. Are you—"

She asked. “Actually, I'm divorced,” I replied. “I'm basically an orphan since my mum is dead and I don’t know my dad. I have no friends. I dropped out of law school in my first year. My marriage hit the rocks after I was diagnosed with infertility. Then I miscarried even though I didn't know I was pregnant. I got fired from my job yesterday because my employer wanted me to look less miserable. There you have it, a summary of my life.” “Oh, I'm so sorry about that, dear. That employer of yours must be silly for making that statement,” Madam Louisa said. “I doubt she can go through everything you underwent and still come out a good person who helps old people.”

CHAPTER ONE. “Divorce?” Imani was shocked. Her hands were trembling as she stared down at the divorce paper with her. Luke rolled his eyes, “Yes. I'm divorcing you! I hate your face! Everything about you!” He added and Imani bat back her tears. “Is this your own way of sorting things out after you cheated? You are having an affair with another woman and you bring this?” Imani snapped, her shaky voice getting the best of her.

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

She had just divorced, just started a new life, and had only recently rediscovered feelings she thought had died long ago. “I… I don’t know how to answer that,” Sheena finally said. Julio nodded in understanding. “It’s okay. You don’t have to decide now.” Sheena let out a long breath, trying to steady herself. “Let time answer it.” Julio gave a faint smile. “Yes. Let time.” Meanwhile in Los Angeles, the atmosphere in Ghani’s hospital room remained the same—quiet, with only the soft sound of the IV machine. Mrs. Meydina sat beside the bed, holding a bowl of warm porridge. “Sweetheart, come on, eat a little. You need to get stronger so you can recover quickly.”

“I’m leaving with nothing. I don’t want a single cent of your money. From now on, I’ll never have to submit reports or wait for approval from any so-called personal housekeeper again.” “Wish me well, Mr. Lane.” He tried to say something as his fingers gripped my sleeve tightly. I yanked my arm free and got into the taxi waiting by the road. Tyler lowered his head. In the rearview mirror, his figure grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely. After the divorce, I did consider starting over in another city, somewhere far from all these painful memories. However, this was where my career was, and where my dream had begun. This time, no one would stop me.