Love After Divorce Novels Novels & Stories

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

The mansion looms behind me, huge and cold and suddenly not mine at all. I don’t look back insted I pull my phone out with shaking hands and open my messages. Maya. My best friend. Or at least I thought she was. My fingers hover over the screen for a second before I type. He asked me for a divorce. Tonight. I don’t know what happened. I’m leaving. The message sends. Three little dots appear almost immediately. My chest tightens with a tiny spark of hope. Her reply comes fast. You deserve it you are a whore.

The sea breeze was relaxing as well as hearing my son’s giggles as Drake continued teaching him how to swim. I looked for the bookmark on the book, scanned a few pages, and was able to locate it. This was a romance novel that I had not read for almost seven years. After I got married, all my books were forgotten as I focused my attention on my husband. After the divorce, I sold everything that reminded me of my ex-husband, including his car, house, and lot, leaving nothing but my books, which I kept with me. It was a long and painful process, but it was worth it in the end. Until he returned. I was back to square one in handling my emotions and feelings.

"Chloe has always been the one you wanted. She's the woman you love, the one you should have married if I hadn't stupidly lured you into marrying me. There... I said it all." ​I swallowed down the lump in my throat, wrapping my arms tightly around myself to stop the shaking. "You're finally getting what you always wanted. A life with Chloe. I'm sure once you get close to her again, you'll remember she's the only one who ever mattered to you. I already moved out while you were still in a coma. Let's just cooperate and end this misery. I'll be back tomorrow with new divorce papers," I said, turning my back on him before the pain could swallow me whole.

*This whole time. Not just a husband who drifted. Not just a mother in law who never liked me. Two people. Working together. Having conversations I was never part of. Looking at my marriage from the outside and deciding it was already finished before I even knew it was in trouble. I thought about the hotel. Room 032. Sandra's face in the dark. That smile. I thought about every business trip. Every late night. Every distracted dinner where he looked straight through me. How many of those had Margaret known about?

“Since when did you start caring for her so much, anyway?” “You filed for a divorce ninety-nine times. You said she disgusted you, that you felt suffocated.” she continued. “And now that she’s finally gone, why can't you just accept it?” She stared at me for a moment before her eyes widened. Lovie stumbled back, “Don’t tell me,” she raised her hand, pointing at me. “Don’t tell me that you’ve… you’ve actually fallen for her, haven’t you?” My throat tightened. She grabbed my collar, “Do you really love that cripple?”

She stood up from her seat to look for my husband. Mrs King: "Tania calm down. He didn't come home last night" I said to persuade her. Tania: "Of course he didn't sleep home. He never does and you pretend to be okay with this loveless marriage of yours" Mrs King: "Tania, I'm okay!" Tania: "No, you are not!" She held my hand to try and convince me with a calm voice. "Leave this marriage before it destroys you. Mimi, you do not deserve this treatment from that bastard. You deserve to be happy"

"You think he doesn't know just because he didn't ask?" Wendy teased. "Jen, you're just fooling yourself." I snorted. "I know Luke is smart enough to realize that asking would embarrass me, so he didn't." "Exactly, he's got it all figured out." Wendy had a gossipy tone. "Sometimes, when I think about you and Luke, I feel like your relationship is straight out of a novel: 'After the Divorce, I Was Spoiled by My Ex-Husband's Nemesis' or 'After the Divorce, I Married My Ex-Husband's Archenemy' or even 'After the Divorce, I Ended Up with the Aloof Genius.'"

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

"You're wrong, I did love Devin. But that was in the past, long before he said he hated me. After I decided to marry my husband and when I officially became a wife. All those memories are dead, all buried with my father's body, so there's no reason for you to be angry or even hate me. Because from the beginning, we never had any reason to hate each other. I never even asked Devin to love me." "All the brief explanations I've given are enough to describe how I feel now, and I'm ready if the house is sold in an auction or even demolished. I'm trying not to care anymore. Because I will never go back there, which would disturb this unreasonable marriage." Alesya wiped her tears away. "You know,