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

When had my life become a spectacle? She tried to grab my hand again, but I recoiled. Then her face took on an imploring expression, and she pleaded, “Please, divorce Louis. I need him in my life. Let him go. For the sake of the baby.” If it was possible, I was even more shocked. How can I even process this? Was I being pranked? I looked around for cameras, but all I saw were the accusing eyes of strangers. “But,” I said surprisingly softly, “Louis has no feelings for you.”

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.

“What were you hoping to achieve?” I hesitated, struggling to find an answer. “I... I just don’t want you going around with other men. What if their intentions towards you are bad and you get hurt?” “I can take care of myself, and I hope this doesn’t repeat itself,” she said. “Stay away from me and go take care of your little Sasha, my sister you divorced me for. This is my life now, and you’re not a part of it anymore,” she said in a disgusted voice.

Standing outside the balcony of Chris's house, I allowed the cool breeze of the nighttime to soothe my aching heart. Yes! It's been one whole week and yet! It felt like yesterday, thanks to my family and Chris, I was able to keep my sanity in check. I thought that after I divorced him, I would finally forget about him completely...but no! I was wrong, I never knew it was going to be this hard and painful. Every passing moment I feel like my life is about to crawl away from me, I couldn't believe I attempted suicide twice, If not for Chris I would have been a long speech.

“Sienna Williams?” “Yeah, and I just realized that I missed her so much.” “Oh man, I thought you weren’t really into her which is why the whole divorce happened.” I looked at him and shook my head. “That divorce has to be the most terrible mistake of my life.” I sipped the whole drink and turned to him. “She’s so beautiful, you know. She writes now and has made a name for herself.” “Don’t tell me that you want her back, you divorced her.”