Mine After Divorce Novels & Stories

"It's nightmares because Jennie won't contact you anymore, so you're committing suicide by fasting. Fucking idiot. The only thing good about you to her was your money and you don't even have that now! Where the fuck is she at with the support like you gave her? She's a ghost!" His jaw tightened. "Didn't you marry me for money?" "So what?" I snapped. "At least I didn't run away like that bitch!" "Don't you also think I'm a burden? Aren't you planning on divorce?" Bitch! "When the fuck did I say I'm divorcing you?" "When we first moved in here," he said, tone sharp but calm in that way that made me want to throw something. "I heard your friend speaking about it. Didn't she find you a divorce l

Mom's new bikini does it for son. Enjoy.. **** The night after my 35th birthday, my wife of 10 years presented me with a post dinner glass of scotch and divorce papers. I'd anticipated one of them. The divorce on reflection shouldn't have been that much of a surprise either. We'd been living separate lives under the one roof for months, more housemates than lovers. Amanda had come from money and excelled in making it. She was a senior executive for a mining company and reveled in her (our) wealth. I had come from little money and excelled in keeping it. Keeping it from the government that is. You see I'm the bastard who ensures the tax, billion dollar companies like hers pays is minimal, if

I never ate street foods and this is my first time. “Good thing that we got married in the United States. I divorced her after she cheated on me and then right after our divorce I found a debt that she made under my name” I continued. “I am sorry to hear that,” She said with deep sympathy. “No, that’s okay, it is not your fault,” I said while watching the children playing.

she smiled at me. “Look at me acting all strong when my life is a mess,” Yu Ri scoffed. We were in the kitchen. Yu Ri passed me a glass of water and downed one herself. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. “Well, my divorce was finalized today. I get to keep my wealth because Mike is a lying piece of whore shit,” she rolled her eyes and downed another glass of water. “You know, I didn’t care much about the divorce at first, when the anger was fresh, I took the decision without thinking about my children, and now that it’s done, all I can think of is them,” she had a sad smile.

After four long years of endurance, endless nights of tears, and the quiet, gnawing ache of one-sided love, here I was—divorced, broken, but not defeated. Eight months ago, I had thought my marriage to Lance left me with nothing but scars and regrets. Yet, as I cradled my daughter Bella, watching her tiny face as she slept, I realized she was my unexpected miracle, my blessing born from pain.

It is too late for me to say anything because first of all, it has been a rocky journey before reaching here. Indeed, our divorce should theoretically mark the end of any personal entanglements with Adam. It's not uncommon for divorced individuals to maintain a professional relationship despite their past history. Many people successfully navigate working relationships with former spouses or partners, choosing to prioritize their professional responsibilities over personal differences. While the past may linger in memory, it shouldn't overshadow our ability to work together effectively in a professional capacity.

What was there to celebrate? I took another drink as my eyes burned and checked the clock again. Barely a minute had passed. I finished the last of the drink, wanting to keep the rest of the cash. It was all the money I had to my name after the divorce had wiped out what little savings I’d still had from before we were married, and I wouldn’t have access to the pack accounts until early next week. Though I was almost certain that Devin, my ex-husband, had used all her could to cover his portion of the divorce. He had left our marriage with nothing that hadn’t belonged to him before, and left me with our two children and a broken heart.

She couldn’t decide anything yet, suddenly she started to waver a little. “Let me put it this way first: you said you would divorce me in three months, even though it wasn’t my father who finished the excavation, but you still got what was promised to you, which means the divorce offer is still valid.” Rakia opened her eyes and then sighed loudly.

Seeing Stella's eyebrows furrow, Maya quickly replied, "Um, I added some sugar syrup to make it less bitter, like Madam Dahlia said." Stella pouted. "Maya, you saw it. Keegan and I are getting divorced. So this stuff isn't needed." Maya shook her head. "But Madam, every couple has tough times. You can't talk about divorce whenever you fight. It hurts things. And look, Keegan left after that call because he cares. Plus, divorced people don't sleep in the same room." Stella didn't know how to explain they just slept on the bed, nothing more.

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