Love After Divorce Novels & Stories

CHAPTER THREE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me Leo gasped but Jack didn't quiver as he just accomplished his mission, making him spill who she really was.But the fact Lucas refused to acknowledge such a pretty lady, amazed him."You mean this is the woman you don't love and refused to show us or the media?" Leo spoke out of surprise."She's way too beautiful than all this plastic surgery actresses you carry up and down Bruh, is there anything you're hiding from us??""None," Jack spoke on his behalf."Except their marriage was arranged." "If my marriage was arranged with someone like that, I would love her and cherish her with the whole of my life. By the way, if you don't want her

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

I couldn't fantasize and overthink for now. I needed to prepare for the drink! "Do you have any? Soon, Kian?" He didn't receive my gaze. "I can't tell for now." "But you can't do anything if I won't allow us to divorce." "Why do you need to say that now?! We're just married yesterday!" I shouted and even the music stopped. I was half embarrassed but I did not care at all. He flinched. Why was he saying things like he's too concern of our relationship? That he cared for our marriage?!

Keerthi welcomed the intimacy with her husband,her hand moving gently in Vikram's hair, acutely aware of her husband inside her. She felt overwhelmed with all the love she felt for her husband. "I Love You." Vikram smiled lifting his head up from his wife's chest,placing a kiss on her moist breast, licking through the valley of her breasts,"I Love You too." Keerthi winced when her husband pulled away,her insides throbbing in pain. She felt full as long as her husband was inside her,so when her husband pulled away,she felt weirdly empty. She blushed when she saw her husband discard the used condom.

Such sweet nothings might work on young and innocent girls, but my daughter was almost old enough to understand what love was. I knew my marriage was ending, and I would soon become divorced. However, the outstanding man before me told me he liked me. Even I could sense the irony of the situation. Atlas noticed my silence and pulled me into his arms. "Why do you always torture yourself by overthinking everything? There can be countless reasons to like someone." I rolled my eyes, freed myself from his grasp, and enjoyed the delicious meal. It would be a waste not to savor it. He watched me relish the food with a smile. I had to admit my mood suddenly became better.

" I gasped for air, desperately pounding on Nicholas's body. He probably didn't mean to strangle me to death. He just sneered before releasing me, full of disdain. My legs gave out. I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as tears flowed freely like a dam bursting. The way he looked at me was full of accusation. But love didn't work that way. The one who couldn't move on wasn't necessarily the one who was right. And just because someone felt more pain didn't give them the right to be louder in an argument. When I spoke again, my voice was hoarse and choked with emotion. "Nicholas, isn't a divorce like cutting off the past, shouldn't everything be written off at that moment? Divorce is

She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore." To her surprise, Reynold looked at her with disgust and shoved her away harshly. He snapped, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" He continued, "Adrianna is my wife—how could I possibly divorce her? Just leave—I don't want to see you anywhere near me or her ever again. I don't want to upset her." Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?"

Carina looked at Castor apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Castor, but I won't be thinking about marriage anymore after my divorce. I will just continue focusing and spending all my time and effort on the orphanage and the kids here. "You're still young. There will be plenty of other young women who like you. You don't have to waste any of your time on a divorcee like me." Carina left after that. However, her words only made Aster feel even more hurt. The pain felt worse than death itself. In the end, the villain who made Carina no longer believe in love or marriage was himself. He was the one who did this to her. He had hurt Carina and made her lose hope in love.

"You gave him consequences. That was right. But watch what he does next. That will tell you everything." I held her gaze. "And Alvara," she said softly. "Yes." "Do not keep him suffering because it flatters your anger," she said. "Keep him waiting only until your heart is clear. There is a difference." The kitchen was quiet. I sat with everything she had said. Turned it over. Held it. "He said he loved me," I said quietly. "I know," she said. "And then he disappeared." "I know," she said. "And came back with flowers and companies and gifts," I said. "As though any of that was what I needed."

Her words hit me like a cold splash of water across the face. "I'm not pushing him away," I said weakly. "Then what would you call what you are doing?” She asked, with a raised eyebrow. “You are somehow convincing yourself he doesn’t love you, when all his actions prove that he does. Heck! he fucks you like he’s trying to get into your skin.” I stared at my wine glass, shaking my head. "No. I don’t think… he doesn’t love me. The sex is just good.” I whispered. "You are scared babe, and it’s okay." Mila's voice softened.