Mine After Divorce Novels & Stories

with everything.""Yes I was, but I think it's time to put an end to this sham.""Sham??" Lucas tilted his head aside."We've been married for over five years now, and all of a sudden you want out??""Yes, five good years of misery." She almost yelled recalling all the tearful nights and lonely moments she had in that huge house."What do you need? a new car?? vacation??" Jasmine scoffed at his guts, the fact that he thought everything was all about his money also irked her to her bone marrow. Even though her grandfather's company was not among the tops, she could atleast get a new car from there if she wanted. Why does he think she needed his money so much?"Tell me what the f*ck you want and ge

My mind was still trying to catch up with the sudden shift in my life. We ate in silence for a while, but then Zayn broke it. “I’m divorced,” he said out of nowhere. I stopped mid-bite, my fork hovering above my plate as I looked at him. “What?” Zayn leaned back in his chair, his expression difficult to read. “Mina and I got divorced. The truth came out. The maid who helped her lie about everything—about the rape accusations—came forward. She admitted everything, and we have evidence now. Mina’s in hiding.”

then smiled. "Alright, I'll forgive you." After that, I walked on eggshells. She said she wanted her own business, so I quietly pumped money into it. Now she thinks she's made it—boss girl vibes or whatever—and suddenly I'm just some "low-class rich guy" to her. Since January, she's been tossing around the D-word like confetti. Ninety-nine times in six months. Staring at that latest divorce text, all I could think about was the $500K she sent him every year, those two months she ghosted, my missing stuff, and that divorce paper she signed eight years ago...

“It's just mere words. And words are so easy. I would know because I've been burned by them before. You think it's easy, but it’s not. Besides, we’re still married. He's still my husband. That’s the law, Vance. Zachary could sue me if I were reckless enough to walk away like that. Especially with you. That would be adultery. He could ruin me entirely.” “Divorce,” he shot back swiftly, as though he’d been waiting to say the word, his eyes sparking like a predator that had found a new opening. My stiffened, my eyes rounding in genuine shock. “What? “Yes. That's the solution. You can always file for divorce. It’s not the end of the world, Madelyn. Actually, it wouldn’t be the first time. We got

Nick's gaze darkened as he continued, "He never fights fair. He's ruthless and unpredictable. If we catch him in the act with solid evidence, even if he doesn't end up behind bars, we can trap him and make him suffer. "And besides…" Nick's voice grew sharp. The thin silver frames of his glasses glinted under the sunlight. "Sol, do you think a divorce will sever the tie between you two? With someone like Lucian, with the way he acts and obsesses, there'll never be peace until he's gone."

"Divorce? I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want a divorce anymore. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re really after by suddenly agreeing to it. There’s no clean break anymore. You want to split my assets. "You can’t squeeze money out of me through your parents, so now you’re aiming for a big payout so you can run off. On what grounds? I won’t let you have it easy. I won’t give you a single cent."

She looked up, her gaze shifting between us. "Oh, I know exactly how that feels, Your Highness," Gina chimed in smoothly. She threw a nasty smirk in my direction. "Because I, too, am married to the absolute love of my life." "And what about you, Anna?" the princess asked. "I am divorced," I said evenly. "But that doesn't mean I didn't experience unconditional love from my husband." Gina’s eyes twitched, a flash of bottled-up fury breaking through her polished exterior. "Oh," the princess murmured, softening slightly. "It must have hurt terribly."

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”

Old assurances he had once believed meant permanence. “She thinks she’s finished,” he muttered. He picked up the divorce papers from the counter and flipped through them slowly, deliberately. The revised terms stared back at him. Shares. Money. Property. Concessions he never imagined he’d make. And still she had said no. Coffee folded the papers carefully and set them aside. His jaw tightened, not in anger, but in resolve. If Minah wouldn’t respond to incentives, he would remind her of consequences. Quiet ones. Subtle ones. The kind that didn’t leave fingerprints.

I just want to know you’re safe. From: Lover <3 7:56am What money did you use??? From: Lover <3 8:01am The maids are putting the house back together. Why was our wedding certificate in the garbage? Do you think you can leave me? From: Lover <3 8:03am I would love to see you try. Fine. You want a divorce? You can have one. I’m not playing Cinderella.