Novel & Cerita I Want A Divorce Book

Be safe and take care. Sending love and virtual hugs. ❤️ Can I be a little bold? I hope to see you in my next project. I currently have two ongoing books: 1. THIRTY DAYS TO DIVORCE: NOW HE WANTS ME BACK. and, 2. PREGNANT FOR MY EX'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE. I would absolutely love to see you there. Kindly say hi when you arrive. ❤️ 💖 ❣️

No wonder Corbin simply couldn't forget about her. "You're not breaking up anything. Everything here should've belonged to you anyway." Corbin snatched the papers from me and threw them onto the table. "Are you done, Skylar? Ingrid has always been so busy at work, and it's not often she gets to come back to Novington like now! Why must you make things so awkward for her as soon as you meet?" I was calm as I answered, "I'm not. I just want to divorce you, as you wished. That way, you both can get together."

Clenching her fists on both sides, her lips parted to speak but the words that left her lips were enough to make hell break loose. "I WANT A DIVORCE"

“Be married to you,” His eyes narrow, “It hasn’t been one day, regardless, it’s already done Katy, there’s no going back” I thought he might say something like that, so my response is immediate. I tilt my chin, “Yes, there is. I’ll go to the register tomorrow and file for a divorce” The self-help book I read some months back said; be polite but firm.

Of course, he did. “That’s what makes me your husband-to-be,” he added, his voice laced with amusement. “I know what’s in your heart before you even say it.” My stomach twisted. There it was again...that warmth. That feeling I had been trying so hard to ignore. I flipped through the pages, stopping when I reached the reason for divorce. Neglect, emotional and physical abuse, infidelity, and threats to life. I smiled softly. “This is perfect.” Caleb’s gaze never left mine. “Do you want me to send it to Victor’s company or his house?”

“That’s a shame, because I have to be at this event soon, which you knew, because we discussed it. Several times.” My voice is shaking. I cannot allow him to get to me. Let it go, Fliss. Divorce is a process and this is a process and we’re all part of the Tao. Or the Zen. Whatever. The thing in all those books I was given with the word “Divorce” on the cover above a circle or a picture of a tree. “Anyway.” I take a deep breath. “Maybe you can let Noah listen to this message? Thank you.”

It wasn't intentional, but I'm glad you chose to read it still. Ps. Regretting Divorce (RD) @zon will be released on the last day of this month i.e. 31st October, 2025. Tyler, Cole, and Rashid's stories will begin after that. Until then you're welcome to read my other ongoing book EX-WIFE'S MARRIAGE REVENGE (don't worry, it's not a long one lol. RD will be my first and last long book ever. So don't hesitate to check this other book of mine) 91 chapters already published. 3 more under editing. This one is different and less frustrating lol, I promise!

Dear Readers, This book has been revamped, meaning Goodnovel has created another version of the book. Like what happened with The CEO's Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor, you can find the old version of Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire in your library. I encourage everyone never to delete the book. Alternatively, you can go to your "WALLET" and access the recently unlocked books. You can access the old version from there as long as you are actively unlocking recent chapters.

Not this. “Sabrina—” “Don’t.” I walked past Alexis. I walked past my husband. I walked into the bedroom that had been mine for three years and turned the lock with both hands. For about ten seconds, I felt strong. For about ten seconds I told myself: I’ll call a lawyer. I’ll file for divorce myself. I’ll take whatever scraps the court gives me and I’ll get out. Then the ten seconds ran out. I wanted a divorce more than I had ever wanted anything, but wanting and affording are two different languages.

"Leonard is back in the country again. Let's get divorced." I, Xavier Locke, handed the signed divorce papers to my wife, Melanie Slater, with a numb expression. For a brief moment, Melanie looked startled, but she quickly regained her composure. With practiced ease, she signed her name on the agreement. Just like the previous six times, she casually made the same promise. "Lenny will leave in a month. I'll remarry you by then." Even in the past, those words had never given me any sense of security. I'd force her to swear on it or sign a written promise. But this time, I felt nothing at all. I couldn't even muster up the desire to respond to her.