Novel & Cerita Her Bright Life After Divorce

I murmured, more to myself than to him. Jacob cocked a brow. “She?” I clenched my jaw, gripping the glass tighter. “Juliet.” Understanding dawned on Jacob’s face. “Oh. Your ex-wife.” He exhaled, wiping the counter absentmindedly. "You didn’t expect her life to end after the divorce, did you? She’s still human. She deserves to live." I scoffed, shaking my head. "She didn’t just live, Jacob. She thrived. Three years later, she’s back—self-made, powerful. A son by her side. And the way she looked at me... like I was nothing."

No wonder why he was pushing so hard for the divorce… It's because of HER! Why was she on the business trip anyway?! Did that mean they were getting together again?! What did the news people mean by 'true love in adversity'?! I threw the remote across the room and screamed into my pillow. WHY WAS THIS BITCH TRYING TO RUIN MY LIFE?!

She didn't regret that she and Craig didn't bear fruit, she was just thinking that this way, she, Craig, and Dalton would all live according to their own life paths. Her parents were not aware of her apartment, so she didn't have to worry about them coming over and causing a scene. Perla came over as usual, but she was turned away by Nancy. "Perla, you don't need to come anymore in the future." Perla asked, "Did you have an argument with Mr. Jenkins?" A soft voice of a woman came from inside the door, "I divorced him. Thank you for taking care of me all these days." Perla didn't expect that these two people would eventually reach this outcome.

There was an uproar among the crowd as some of them asked among themselves, “Wasn’t he the one who just got divorced? How can he move on so suddenly?” One of them asked in a confused tone. “Is it not on the net that his ex-wife almost took his daughter’s life? Why is he letting him marry her?” Someone else asked. “How unbelievable!” another one added.

My smile stiffened into stone. … So began my return to the bland, indulgent life of a wealthy heir. Morning runs, gym sessions, social gatherings, vacation plans—no more slaving away for work till midnight. After the divorce, Shawn kept updating his social media—showy photos of candlelit dinners, a new sports car from Lisa, captions dripping with affection. I didn't care. I blocked him without a second thought. But then, one day, Lisa appeared at my doorstep. "Grayson, can we talk? So much between us was just a misunderstanding."

“Food’s over there on the tables setup buffet style. Open bar over there. This isn’t just a divorce party or an engagement party, this is a celebration of us.” Everyone cheers. I spot Hunter, eyes glassy. I hug him and how is everything. “Everything’s a mess,” he admits. “Filed for divorce yesterday. Put my wife in jail, and I am hella exhausted.” “But you have your daughter back,” I say. “And a future grandbaby on the way.” He smiles. “You’ve always been smart, baby girl.” I hug him again as my mother walks over towards us. She, my mom, eyes my dress. “That back is very low, Aria.”

Beautiful, radiant, even strong at her core—she seemed reborn after their divorce, becoming carefree as if nothing mattered to her anymore. His chest felt blocked, the pain almost rising to his throat. After their divorce, he hadn't had anyone remove Aria's belongings from their marital home, leaving everything in place, as if this could give him the illusion that Aria might return at any time. He was still thinking about remarrying, but Aria had already started a new life. She moved out of their home and began working, as if there was no longer any place for him in her heart or eyes. Why?

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’

Thank god the divorce was done. She had a new life now.