Mine Even After Divorce Novels & Stories

“Unfortunately, Tucker has something to take care of. If he has time later, you’ll definitely get to play together.” When Erica contacted me, I heard Tucker’s voice and knew that they had matters to attend to today. I’m sure that even though the two of them seem fine, this divorce—this change, will still have an impact on them. I feel like they’ll be able to get through this situation, because they have each other and support one another. Miles nodded. He might have been a little disappointed, but he tried to understand. When they meet again, everything will be fine. The two of them laugh together so often.

Her graceful posture showed none of the embarrassment of a woman facing divorce. “Jim, how can you talk like that? We’re still husband and wife. We’re not divorced yet. Even if the divorce petition has been filed, there’s still a cooling-off period. It’ll be another month before we’re truly divorced. Right now, I am your wife. And as your wife, don’t I have the right to visit my husband?” Ever since discovering Sasha’s true nature, Jim had only grown to hate her more. To think that the partner he had lived with for so many years would try to kill him for money. Even his own biological daughter had followed her lead.

“Audrey, is this true? Why are the wages not paid? You’ve always been useless.” Her words struck like a slap. My voice trembled as I replied, “Excuse me? I’ve been using my savings to keep this household afloat while your son was nowhere to be found. For two years, I’ve poured everything I had into salvaging his company. And now I’m ‘useless’?” I turned to leave when Harold called me back. “Audrey,” he began, his tone cold and detached. “This is the divorce agreement. It’s best if you sign it before you leave. Let’s not make this any messier than it needs to be.”

Owen bought those things, and since I was forced to leave everything behind in the divorce, they belong to him. "Well, if that's the case, let me cut to the chase," she said. "Owie and I are getting married soon, so I hope you won't reach out to him again. I'm sure you don't want to be the kind of woman who clings to someone else's husband and gets called a homewrecker, right, Ms. Zeller?" And with that, she hung up. After saying all that with zero shame, she actually went ahead and blocked me.

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.

The mansion looms behind me, huge and cold and suddenly not mine at all. I don’t look back insted I pull my phone out with shaking hands and open my messages. Maya. My best friend. Or at least I thought she was. My fingers hover over the screen for a second before I type. He asked me for a divorce. Tonight. I don’t know what happened. I’m leaving. The message sends. Three little dots appear almost immediately. My chest tightens with a tiny spark of hope. Her reply comes fast. You deserve it you are a whore.

On the night of my tenth wedding anniversary with my billionaire husband, his female secretary called him. Ignoring the fact that I was completely naked, he pulled away and started to leave. I couldn't stop myself from confronting him. He sighed, yet his tone was inexplicably relaxed. "So you finally figured it out. Elowen is young and insecure. She's afraid I'll fall in love with your body again. "She's adorable. Now that I've tasted something young and vibrant, why would I ever settle for what’s withered and spent?" A chill spread through my body, and I stood there frozen. "Silas, that's not a funny joke." He didn't answer. He merely shot me a look of disgust. "She's underestimating hersel

he replied calmly and confidently. “But you said my ex-wife hasn’t remarried since our divorce. How is that even possible?” Silence followed for a moment. “I gathered the information from several sources, including people who were involved with her, the places she worked, and other relevant sources. Based on everything I found, that was the conclusion I reached.” Evans explanation only made the situation feel even more unbelievable. I remained silent after his response until he finally continued. “In many cases, sir, it’s actually quite common for a child to be born from a relationship that never resulted in marriage—”

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.