Mine After Divorce Novels & Stories

On the morning Serena Voss discovered she had won the most prestigious architectural contract of her career, she drove home to share the news with her husband. She found him in bed with her cousin instead. He handed her divorce papers before she could speak. That same night, broken and stripped of everything, she drove straight to her mother's door and learned the betrayal in that bedroom wasn't the only thing the Voss family had taken from her. They had taken her father, too. So Serena stopped asking people to believe her. She stopped waiting for justice to arrive on its own. She stopped leaving doors open for people who had burned down everything she built. She disappeare

He was making call after call while trying to borrow money for my treatment. From that moment on, I secretly promised to myself that no matter what happened, I would never let him down. Later, our company gradually grew bigger. Money was no longer a problem, but Ethan and I could never return to the way we were. I put the divorce agreement back into my bag. As long as I waited one month for the divorce cooling-off period to end, Ethan and I would have nothing to do with each other anymore. By the time I took the elevator up to the private dining room, my friend had already arrived.

As DIVORCED: BACK TO CLAIM WHAT’S MINE comes to its final chapter, my heart is overflowing with an immense amount of gratitude. Sitting down to write the ending of a story that has consumed so much of my passion, time, imagination, and emotion is incredibly bittersweet. Part of me is excited to finally close this chapter, while another part of me wishes I could stay in this world with these characters just a little longer. But when I look back at this incredible journey and everything we have shared together, I know that every single moment was worth it.

I said. "First we get you a job. Something good, something that starts rebuilding your financial independence quietly. Then when you have enough to stand on your own two feet — you divorce him. You build from there. And when you are ready, when you are strong enough, you come back for your share of that business. It was willed to both of you by your grandparents. He cannot erase that. But you need to be in a position of strength before you go after it." I sat with that for a long moment.

Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce. That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?" The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake." Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend. I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm ar

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband, Julian Calloway, told me he had been reborn and wanted a divorce. “Three months from now, I’ll go bankrupt. You’ll work yourself to death helping me pay off my debts, and you’ll die young. “This time, I absolutely refuse to drag you down with me. Take this $9,000,000. We’ll get divorced—” Before he could finish, I picked up the pen and signed. “Fine. Just transfer the money to my account.” That evening, while I was gathering my things from the living room, I overheard Julian’s secretary, Naomi Foster, speaking smugly through his phone. “I can’t believe she’s actually that stupid. How did she ever get into Harvard? “You made up some ridic

On the third day after our divorce was finalized, my ex-wife, Georgie Anderson, sent me a text message. [Why haven’t you transferred your salary from this month to me?] I thought she was joking. [We’re already divorced.] [So? What does it matter if we’re divorced? You should transfer nineteen thousand dollars from your twenty-thousand-dollar income, just like you did before. The remaining one thousand dollars will be your pocket money. When you were unemployed, I was the one who took care of you. Now that we’re divorced, you’re turning your back on me?] I stared at her text messages and fell silent for a really long time. Throughout our three-year marriage, I gave her nineteen thous

".. listen you bitch sign these divorce papers ... If you signed them , than you will get whatever you want from me... Money , villa , car , luxury .. anything . (' I frowned while listening his words and getting what he mean to say.. huh.. money is not everything , I am not some gold digger... What I want is love , respect , care but you're too poor to give any ' I said in my head .) .. But if you won't signed them , than you will get only pain and see the hell every day .. like you had faced yesterday and on our wedding night ...

"Not anymore. You see, when you so helpfully signed our divorce agreement, you also signed over full ownership of the company to me." "What?” Melanie asked weakly. “That can’t be right." There was a hint of a smile on Hardin’s face as he answered. "Surprised? This company is mine now, Melanie. You signed it over along with everything else." Melanie staggered backwards in shock. Dear God, what has she done? How could this be happening? "Here, darling sis, take a good look.” Natalia slid the divorce papers from yesterday across the table. Shakily, Melanie picked them up, and her eyes scanned the fine print rapidly, then landed on the highlighted clause at the bottom of the last page.

she responded. “The problem with you is that you married my son barely a month after you met you and got divorced. I will never accept that you're truly in love with him and not after his money, because, like you said, I've experienced being divorced before, and I know it shouldn't be that easy to remarry again so quickly,” he fired back.