Novel & Cerita Her Bright Life After Divorce

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.

“I’ll take your support however I can get it.” Margaret’s smile softened, her gaze drifting toward the fireplace for a moment as if choosing her words carefully. “Isa… I’ll be honest with you,” she said quietly, almost as if speaking to herself before speaking to me. “This divorce… it hasn’t been easy for me either. I… I’ve watched Gabriel and you drift apart, and I can’t help but feel a little… saddened by it.” I shifted slightly, unsure how to respond, sensing the gravity behind her words.

“I’m amazed, Lia. Honestly. Most people would be a mess, crying, depressed, maybe even clinging to the past.” I shrugged, letting a faint smile slip through. “Man is just a man. That’s all he is. Flawed, selfish, human. And I still have the right to control my life. I still have the right to decide who belongs in it and who doesn’t. The divorce is finalized. No reason to hold on to a marriage that’s dead.” Marga shook her head slowly, still clearly in awe. “I hope you’ll be healed soon. Truly.” I chuckled, a soft, self-deprecating sound. “Healed? I’m not sick to be healed, Marga."

She turned back, her dark eyes serene and gentle, like the night sky. Caught off guard, Trevon looked away and managed to ask, "What's your plan after the divorce? Going to marry Caleb?" Madeline's frown was immediate, and he quickly backpedaled, "I didn't mean... Never mind. Forget what I asked." Madeline could not help but chuckle at the sight of him. "Post-divorce, I've been keeping busy with work. You hit the nail on the head—ordinary life isn't a walk in the park, and you can't just drown in romance."

Dylan looked at his phone screen for a while, sighed, and packed up his briefcase, having switched off his computer and set to leave for home. Bright Kingston knocked and walked into Dylan's office as Dylan had contacted him to see him. "You sent for me, boss," Bright said, meeting Dylan's gaze. Bright wore a light blue shirt paired with black plain trousers and black shoes, and he was very tall. He looked at Dylan and heard him say, "Yes, I did. Tomorrow, I want you to branch out to Barrister Chris's office to help me get the divorce papers from him." "Divorce??" Bright looked shocked as he gasped. He quickly composed himself and said, "Forgive me, boss, but who owns the divorce documents?"