Love After Divorce Novels & Stories

It felt like our marriage, my presence carefully contained and largely ignored. I wandered back into the living room and sank onto the couch, staring at the divorce agreement on the coffee table. The black and white of the text seemed to blur as tears filled my eyes. Xander's signature was already there. My heart ached at the thought of the love we never had, the future that would never be. With a heavy heart, I picked up the pen and hesitated. "This is it, Adeline," I murmured to myself, trying to summon the strength to move forward. "This is the end of the chapter."

“You can’t own me just because of a piece of paper. Love can’t be forced, Argan!” But he only leaned closer, locking my eyes with his. “If love can fade, then I’ll make you feel it again. I won’t let you go, Devia.” My heart pounded wildly. I wanted to scream, but my body was weak. “Let me go, Argan… I don’t want this…” He didn’t listen. His hand cupped my cheek, warm, trembling. “Please… don’t talk about divorce anymore. I’ll change. I’ll fix everything.”

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

I pick up my phone and call him, and I get his voicemail again. “Hi, I guess by this point I should just learn my lesson and move on. You got what you wanted from me and I guess that was enough for you. You didn’t have to make me fall in love with you, though. Goodbye, Jace. I will always love you I think, I hope you find everything you’ve been searching for and more.” I end the call and decide to call my dad. It rings once before he picks up. “Hi baby girl, how’s the other side of the pond treating you? How’s that new boyfriend of yours?” He asks with a laugh. But I can’t bring myself to even smile.

After a few hours, she turned off the TV and went to bed. She always thought about her dad. He was an ex-convict accused of robbery. He was never really a likeable person. She wondered how her mother had put up with him or how she even married or better still, why she even married him. It had been three years since she, Mrs. Larissa Hernandez, passed away and her dad had still not changed. If anything, he got worse. He barely noticed Layla's existence and even if he did, he never cared. Layla wasn't too bothered about it anymore. She was different from her dad. She had a good job, was well paid and would soon move out. She was 25 and she was old enough to take care of herself. She would have

I tried again to put my feelings into words, but all that came out of my mouth was, "Ollie..." "I'm sick of you, Iris. I've been pretty sick of you for a while, to be honest. I suppose it's good you caught me in the act. I want a divorce." "No," I croaked. "Yes," he hissed. "I'll serve you the papers soon enough. Now you have to leave this house." "Thi- This is my home," I stuttered. "I'm your wife." "Not anymore. Now leave." "Ollie, we were happy together. What has gotten into you?"

Would she have spent the last six years building a life with someone who actually loved her, instead of enduring a cold marriage with someone who'd never really wanted her? Or would it have been a disaster? Would Klaus have realized she wasn't worth the trouble once the passion faded? Would she have ended up abandoned anyway, just sooner and with less to show for it? There was no way to know. No way to rewind time and make different choices. She could only move forward from where she was now—divorced, struggling, trying to build something stable for her son. Even if that meant working closely with the one man who'd ever made her feel truly alive.

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

He was, in fact, the worst kind of person—someone who took without giving, who demanded loyalty but offered none in return. Her decision was final. She would no longer waste her days yearning for Kelvin’s love, a love that had never truly existed. Instead, her heart had turned toward Daniel, a man who had shown her kindness, warmth, and a love that felt genuine and unselfish. Daniel’s presence in her life had been a beacon of hope, a reminder that she deserved more than the hollow marriage she had endured. Alice now allowed herself to dream of a future with him, a future where she could finally be happy. She hoped that once her divorce from Kelvin was finalized, she and Daniel could build a

I sat with that for a long moment. It was not the dramatic answer. It was not the immediate one. It did not involve confronting Edward tonight or showing up at Sandra's door with the photographs or any of the things the loudest part of me had been imagining. It was slow. Careful. Deliberate. It was exactly the kind of plan that actually worked. "Okay," I said quietly. "Okay Lisa." She squeezed my hand. "You are not alone in this anymore Issy. I promise you that." I nodded and picked up my fork and finally took a bite of food that had gone slightly cold while we dismantled my marriage across a table by the water.