Mine After Divorce Novels & Stories

“Blake, I think… I think it’s time for a divorce. I need you to sign the papers and file them with the court. Please stop stalling and do the right thing.” There was silence on the other end, and she could almost hear the gears working in his mind. “Divorce? You’re serious?” He laughed, but it was a brittle sound. “No, Treasure, let’s not go down that road. You know I’m not ready for that. I haven't finished giving you what you need; you just have to let me get my money's worth. I only want one thing; it's the only thing I miss about you. It's that thing between your thighs.”

Morgan's house was not very small, but she had lived in very few places. "We are divorced." Natalie said calmly, "Boss Morgan, have you not forgotten what you said?" Samuel's throat choked, his fingertips tightly gripped the coffee cup, his voice cold: "I have not forgotten." Natalie calmly took a sip of coffee and calmly replied: "It's okay, as long as you don't forget. Now that we are divorced, everything about your house has nothing to do with me. I don't have any conditions; I will not return."

I'm a good luck charm to my wife by nature. After marrying me, Heather Seymour, who's crippled because of a car crash, miraculously stands up on her own and gets to ditch the wheelchair. On top of that, her business is booming as well. In less than half a year, she successfully establishes her own company. After Heather's company goes public, she tells me with a smile that she wants to give me a huge gift at the celebration party. I'm filled with anticipation, thinking that Heather finally wants to fulfill her promise of having a child with me. But instead, Heather is seen lacing fingers with her subordinate, Lucas Mallard, at the celebration party. Not only does she announce her relations

“I want you to disappear from my world completely. Just leave. Goodbye.” Maureen pushed Damien away, but he grabbed her wrist again. “How could I disappear? You and I have been married for three years. Our divorce will be on your record forever. You can’t erase the past!” “It’s possible if I want it to be. You might think that we’re divorced, but I think that I’m widowed.” Maureen’s eyes were extremely contemptuous. It was as if he was an insignificant speck of dirt. Damien’s eyes flickered. He felt like he had received a heavy blow. There was a buzzing sound in his ear, and his head hurt.

"Without me, you're nothing, Zane." "I told you, if you want a divorce, pay back everything you owe me first," Vivian taunted, sounding as arrogant as ever. "See you in court, then." "You've really got some nerve, haven't you? Well, let's see how long you can hold out. I'll drag this out until you break." Before I could respond, she hung up. The line went dead, the dial tone buzzing in my ears. Strangely, I felt a sense of peace. I told myself I would get out of this marriage and leave her for good, no matter what it took.

I paused and uttered slowly, "Also, Neil and I are officially divorced. The Young family's affairs have absolutely nothing to do with me anymore!" Marianne's voice was shrill, almost piercing my eardrums. "Good riddance! You’ve been married for two years, and you haven't even given birth to a baby yet! My grandson should’ve divorced you long ago! Now that you're divorced, get the hell out of my sight and stop bothering my grandson!" Her insults never stopped. Liam could hear them from beside me, even though I did not put the call on speaker.

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

He turned and walked into the bedroom. The wedding photo and a document sat side by side on the nightstand. He froze. Then lunged forward, grabbing the document. "Divorce Agreement." Joe flipped to the last page. Vivian's signature was there. He stood frozen, the thin paper crumpling in his fist. For the first time, it hit him—Vivian wasn't joking. She wasn't playing hard to get. She was actually leaving him. The realization was unbearable. Snapping out of his shock, Joe grabbed his keys and headed for the door, ignoring Natalie's protests. He went everywhere he could think of. Nothing.

As I passed through the living room to leave, I noticed the house had been completely renovated since my last visit. The expensive new furniture and the shiny new car parked in the garage showed that Uncle Theodore’s business was doing much better now. I supposed I should be happy for them. “That foolish Ariana will ruin all our plans if Nathan divorces her. She’s so ungrateful, just like her stupid mother.” I froze, my hand hovering over the front doorknob as Auntie Vivian’s sharp voice carried from the kitchen. “If Nathan goes ahead with the divorce, we must find another way to make sure he keeps giving us money,” Uncle Theodore replied.

I said angrily. “With what?” “Shit I did during that time. I didn’t even remember everything until Jericho unlocked it,” I said. “How bad is it?” “It’s bad, Kai, really bad. I don’t have much leverage but I don’t expect you guys to come to this one,” I said. “Shit, Sin. You’re officially the first person in this family to get a divorce,” he said. “Thanks, make me a trophy,” I said as he laughed.