Her Bright Life After Divorce Novels & Stories

' Or 'Annie is back and has been taken off from where she left. News like that gained attention and it must have been plastered across every news app, talk shows, and gossip accounts. I exhaled, rubbing my temple as if it would help to lessen the exhaustion. "Leah, I..." "Hush." Her tone softened, losing her usual polished manager tone. "Are you okay?" The question hit harder than I expected. Was I okay?? I glanced back at Ryker's house which I had just stepped out from and everything came flooding back in. The divorce, coming here and now this…accidentally meeting Derek’s older brother—Someone I should probably stay away from.

6 months later ✓ ✓ "Jordan? What the fuck do you mean by divorce... After we've been married for three freaking years with a two-year-old son, you're asking for a divorce? Why... Why? What is the problem? We've never had any issues, I've been taking care of you." Ashley continues to rant and yell, her hands flying around like she’s physically trying to swat the word ‘divorce’ out of the air. She picks up the paper I handed her a few minutes ago and stares at it like it's a joke she can laugh away. But it’s not. I’d thought long and hard about this. If I want to avoid ending up back in the same situation, if I want to survive this second chance I’ve been given, I need to make sure she’s out o

I gasped as I looked up at him, realization hitting me like a jolt of electricity. My head spun as I struggled to process what was happening. “Let's get divorced, Scarlett.” Ethan replied harshly, and my heart slammed against my ribs. “What?!” I asked as a thick knot of emotion swelled in my chest. I had just birthed his children and the next thing he wants is for us to get divorced? Is he out of his mind? “I'm dead serious about this, Scarlett. I don't want us to be together anymore. Sign this and let's put the past behind us.”

“Can I borrow this blanket?” “Yes.” I took the blanket from the sofa and covered her with it. For a moment, her eyes looked surprised. She put her hands inside the blanket and said, “Thank you.” We sat on the terrace, looking at the rain and the beautiful night view of the city. For a moment, it felt really peaceful. “How are you doing after the divorce?” I asked. Hannah sighed deeply. “I’m much better. I just want to start a new life with my child and my family. So, how are you doing after the divorce?”

Taylor leaned back slowly, her hand pressing lightly against her forehead as though trying to steady her thoughts. “So let me understand this,” she said, her voice measured now, controlled in a way that suggested effort. “Your wife has left you. She has taken the company. You are officially divorced. And someone you trusted has taken what remained of your money.” Matthew did not interrupt. He simply nodded. Mrs. Taylor’s hand dropped from her forehead, her gaze fixing on him again. “So the company is not yours,” she said. Matthew held her gaze. “Yes.” Mrs. Taylor inhaled slowly, the breath catching slightly before she released it.

“Some losses divide your life into before and after.” The honesty in her voice stunned me. “But that doesn’t mean the after can never hold joy again.” Elara cried silently. “I don’t know how.” “You don’t need to know yet.” Vivian glanced toward me briefly then. “You just need people willing to survive it beside you.” The meaning behind the look wasn’t subtle. And maybe for the first time— I realized Vivian had seen our marriage more clearly than I assumed. Because there was no surprise in her expression now seeing me beside Elara.

“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.”

Her beautiful blue plaid dress accentuated her body perfectly, and her mind wandered to the price that she had purchased just a week before. Her luxurious life never wavered even after she was ousted from everyone's life, because it was a lifestyle that she was used to and could not deviate from. When all the circumstances around her felt like they would tear her apart after her divorce, she realized that Carlton had contributed positively to her life in one way or another.

She hugged her and said gently, "You will be fine." "I will make sure I will be fine," Luna Viviana said in a voice filled with newfound strength. "So, after the divorce, what is your plan?" Mia asked. "Before I sign the divorce I will make sure that my child and I will be taken care of financially by my husband for life. I will receive monthly support from my ex-husband for as long as I live. I will ask for a hefty cash divorce settlement. I will buy a property near the beach and enjoy my pregnancy. I will take care of myself and my baby. I will stay away from stress and negativity and enjoy my life surrounded by mother nature. That's my plan," Luna Viviana said with a smile.

On the night of my tenth wedding anniversary with my billionaire husband, his female secretary called him. Ignoring the fact that I was completely naked, he pulled away and started to leave. I couldn't stop myself from confronting him. He sighed, yet his tone was inexplicably relaxed. "So you finally figured it out. Elowen is young and insecure. She's afraid I'll fall in love with your body again. "She's adorable. Now that I've tasted something young and vibrant, why would I ever settle for what’s withered and spent?" A chill spread through my body, and I stood there frozen. "Silas, that's not a funny joke." He didn't answer. He merely shot me a look of disgust. "She's underestimating hersel