La Emperatriz Divorciada Novels & Stories

"Charlotte, what did you do to upset Emily this time? She posted about drinking late at night. Do you know how miserable you've made her? She had to flee the country to get married, and now she's divorced. You're a walking disaster!" Startled, Charlotte shook her head rapidly, her hands moving to sign a response. "I didn't know. If you hadn't told me—" "Enough! There's no point in asking you anything. You useless mute, just stay out of the way. Emily's back now, so why are you still holding on to the title of Mrs. Lorvis? Divorce Eric right now!"

She took a graceful step forward and held the mic with elegance. Her voice was calm. Measured. Royal. “Please allow me to answer your second question first.” “I concealed my identity as an Anderson daughter when I married Mr. Rex Hidalgo. That marriage was not a business alliance and did not represent the Anderson Empire’s stance.” A pause. Her gaze was unwavering. “To be specific, my failed marriage was the result of my youthful impulsiveness. That means… my past mistakes will not affect Anderson Empire at all. This divorce is for me to move on to the correct path for the future.”

She is a married woman, plus she’s like a worse version of her daughter, Julia. “ No.” I say in-between laughs. “ I’m going to get married to Emilia Peyton.” I say to him Emilia was a better option than Julia and from what I had seen on the media, she was even more beautiful. Scratch that, she was a goddess. She barely said anything on the social media but her beauty was enough to make people worship her. She wasn’t just beautiful, her body was to die for and even a workaholic like me, could never deny that fact.

"Hahaha, that's not certain. You'll see, you'll see where your days will be filled again with a love more perfect than before." "In this world, there is no such thing as perfect love. There is only betrayal and lies." The empress's words weighed heavily on the woman. She fell silent, staring at the suddenly sad eyes. The woman, who had unparalleled power in the empire and her family, had become a recluse ever since she was betrayed by a man who knew no shame or gratitude. Even the woman desperately wanted to kill the man who had wounded the empress's heart beside her. But she tried to stay calm and comfort the empress.

My grip tightened around my champagne glass. No. That wasn't possible. The woman continued descending the staircase then she lifted her head completely and our eyes met. The glass slipped from my hand as the crystal shattered across the floor, and the sound echoed through the silent ballroom. I barely heard it because the woman standing at the center of the staircase wasn't a stranger. It was Elara, my wife. The woman who had left me. The woman I believed was an orphan. The woman I had just divorced was Elara Frost. The Frost family's long-lost heiress.

“It’s fine. I just got into bed anyway. Since you’re calling this late, I assume it’s important. What’s going on?” I sank onto the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. “I want to file for divorce. I need the papers ready by tomorrow morning.” There was a long, heavy silence on the other end. I could hear him sitting up properly. “A divorce?” His tone sharpened with disbelief. “Why? Did Damien do something?” “Yes.” My voice remained steady, though anger simmered beneath it. “Tonight, at the charity gala we hosted, he publicly introduced his mistress to everyone. I can’t continue this marriage. I want it over as quickly as possible.”

I ask Dante, still studying the photo. “Our team at IronClad is blocking it.” I nod. Good. “My source says Ashford filed for divorce this afternoon,” Vivian adds. “He is cleaning house now that his lover is back.” I make a sound. It might be a laugh, but it is cold and dry. I turn away from the window and sit behind the desk. My desk now. For the first time all day, I feel a spark of interest. “His wife,” I say, leaning back on the chair. “Do we have a name?”

He was stripped of his title and exiled 3,000 miles north. His Majesty had only meant to punish him, but my father refused to stay quiet even in exile. He sent three petitions begging for the crown prince's reinstatement. The Emperor's fury knew no bounds. An imperial decree followed. I was to take my son and join my father. As a mercy, I was permitted to travel freely without chains. That same night, my husband, Minister Roland Sacchetti, handed me divorce papers. "Elise, my career has been without blemish. You can do nothing for me now. Don't drag me down with you."

But my hands didn't let them flow down my cheeks. Caspian dragged out a dry laugh. One that didn't come from a place of good intent, “ He's not your husband, Cee. You guys are divorced. He divorced you after Christmas, remember?” I sobbed, “No, we can't be divorced. I want him back. He's the one I love. I.. I just realized how much I..I've treated him so bad. And h..how much I love him.” I confessed, letting the weight that swelled in my chest out, all I could.

When I told my father I needed a place with a whole new vibe a serene, a place that will make me to totally forget about my hurtful past and bring a whole new dejavu to my soul, my father recommended Chongqing in China, and since he has a whole lot of investment here, he said it would be better for me to manage it on his behalf, and ever since I came here I haven't step my feet into my father's company here but I plan on doing that tomorrow since a very important event is happening and the president of China will be coming as well, I feel so nervous about tomorrow, I never worked in my father’s company all my life, and the first time I would be doing that, it turns out the president of Chin