Mine After Divorce Novels & Stories

Late that night when Josie was finally fast asleep, Lucas shot Chelsey a meaningful glance. They got out of the ward one after another and had a talk in the corridor outside. Lucas looked straight ahead and said gloomily, "With my mom in such a condition, we can only talk about the divorce in a month's time. I hope that we can get through one more month so that she won't have to worry about us. I'll give you an extra ten million dollars as reimbursement when we get the divorce."

“Hummed. Have a safe drive.” After the simple exchange, Galvin headed to the door in a hurry. Kristel pursed her lips as she tasted the bitterness spread in her mouth. She thought, “He could not wait to file the divorce, huh?” Kristel was left alone, feeling deserted in this beautiful house. She lazily got up from her chair, gathered the plates, brought them to the sink, and washed them. Now that she signed the divorce papers. It’s time for her to move out. For some reason, she felt relieved that she was now free from this beautiful prison.

“Why don't you take your money and shove it down your throat? I don't need you money as a reminder of what needs to be spoken and said, if asked. I am not going ot make my upcoming divorce any harder than it is.” "Money as a reminder? No money is the reward for you, isn't it? That is why you married me, for the money. Your act to show you are not a gold digger is disgustingly pathetic." With that, he turned around and continued walking up the stairs before I could say anything.

she hissed between tears. Mia sighed and rubbed her friend's back. "Shh, don't be angry now. Just be happy and content that he accepts all your demands. That's his way of securing a good future for you and your child. Other women can't even make a cent after divorcing their useless husbands. You are lucky, you will end up very wealthy after the divorce."

"You did try to get me to leave him. I just wasn't ready to listen. Remember how you told me abuse never happens just once? You were right." Minnie sighed. Then she leaned in closer and her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'm kind of jealous that Judge Hottie gets all the credit for your divorce." Emmeline playfully pulled her hand away to give Minnie's shoulder a light smack. "Fine, you get partial credit for my freedom. Happy now?" "Partial?" Minnie scrunched her face in mock outrage. "That's cold, Emmy!" Taehyung took advantage of the pause to jump into the conversation. "So... is it weird if I say congratulations? I've never been to a divorce hearing before. Not sure about th

But I knew better, knew that this was just another way to hurt me, another angle of attack designed to make me feel worthless and unwanted, to reinforce the message that I didn't belong here and never had. The word divorce echoed in my mind, bouncing around and triggering a response that was part amusement and part vindication, because here was something I knew that they didn't, a piece of information that would completely shift the dynamics of this conversation and wipe those smug expressions off their faces. "Divorce?" I said, and I couldn't help the slight scoff that escaped along with the word, a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a cough and that sent fresh pain shooting throu

Madison asked as she looked at Irene, who was still lying unconscious on the bed. "She's fine. She'll be discharged in a few days. She just needs to get some rest after." "That's good to hear." After a pause, Madison said, "I heard you're divorcing Roxy?" "That's right." "I've always said that a marriage where the woman is more successful than the man will never last. Back then, you insisted on marrying her and devoting yourself to her. Well, look at what happened now. You've lost both her and your fortune. She and her entire family are all rotten to the core!"

Ah there it was the whole reason why they kept in contact with me during my marriage with Jacob it was only for the money, after our mother left they used me in anyway they could if its going to bring them cash, looking down on the table choosing my words carefully “ I have no money, Jacob and I are divorced “ I could see the minute that my words register in his brain, one minute he was standing behind the isles the next he was in front of me with his hand wrap around my next, squeezing the life out of me. I don't know if it was the alcohol that made me numb but for whatever reason I didn't fight him, I let him get it out of his system “ You B*tch, why? Would you be divorced, uh” I couldn't

“You can’t seriously call this living. Look at this place—it’s practically a dump. I gave you two houses after the divorce. You could live comfortably in either of them. Isn’t that enough for you? And you could help me take care of Cam, too.” I turned fully to face him, “So even after we’re divorced, you expect me to keep working for the Kane? To keep playing maid?” “That’s not what I meant!” He rushed closer, reaching for my hand. “Why do you always twist things like this? Maeve, you know I love you. Yes, we signed the papers, but that doesn’t mean we’re strangers. We’ll get back together as soon as—” “Your deals close,” I finished flatly.

“Am I?” Grace’s breathing became uneven. “And after that,” Elara went on mercilessly, “I see you alone.” The word hung in the air like a death sentence. “Alone?” Grace croaked. "How?" “Yes. You lose everything in the divorce. The house. The properties. The social circle. People grow tired of your temper. They stop inviting you. They stop calling.” Grace’s hands began to shake visibly. “I see you trying to remarry,” Elara added thoughtfully. “And you do.”