Mine Even After Divorce Novels & Stories

He had a satisfied smirk on his face as if he was pleased to see me making a fool of myself. “You my friend, are making it easy for me to take your wife. Well, technically, she is no longer your wife. You are divorced. So, I can take her and treat her better than you ever did.” The man was trying my patience. “I am not going to play your game. Just because you managed to dazzle her with money and resources for her business doesn’t mean you can have her.”

asked Kiara curiously, before taking a sip of her coffee. "A year ago?" replied Lydia in a questioning tone. Fortunately, no one noticed the questioning tone. Lydia wasn't lying either. It was indeed a year ago that Lydia got married to Reino. It's just that now they are divorced, although this fact is clearly unknown to people. But at least there were still facts that Lydia said. "Have you kept it a secret for that long? Why?" This time it was Maya's turn to ask. "Yeah, I see. I just ...."

Morgan's house was not very small, but she had lived in very few places. "We are divorced." Natalie said calmly, "Boss Morgan, have you not forgotten what you said?" Samuel's throat choked, his fingertips tightly gripped the coffee cup, his voice cold: "I have not forgotten." Natalie calmly took a sip of coffee and calmly replied: "It's okay, as long as you don't forget. Now that we are divorced, everything about your house has nothing to do with me. I don't have any conditions; I will not return."

Pure, uncomplicated relief at the idea of finally being free from this house, this marriage, this constant state of feeling inadequate and unwanted. In less than a week, I'd be at the research facility. I'd be surrounded by people who valued my mind and my contributions. I'd be working on something meaningful, something that could change lives and make a real difference in the world. I'd be living for myself instead of for someone who would never appreciate what I had to offer. The divorce papers were signed. The future was set. All I had to do was make it through the next few days, and then Clara would become nothing more than a memory. A cautionary tale I'd tell myself about the dangers of

Remi retorted with unwavering certainty, "Divorce means asset division. I had almost nothing when I left. Thus, in a technical sense, you do owe me money.” Lacy’s eyes become slits. "We're already divorced and now you're coming after my assets?"

Despite her nonchalance, there was disguised jealousy behind her words, which she herself did not notice. "Divorce is common nowadays. I just want us to part on amicably," She seriously nodded her head at her own point before continuing, "Moreover, the people who part from the marriage in toxic ways suffer side-effects to that, like they get dark circles from tension, depression is possible too, their face loses that glow and skin becomes dull because of being negligent towards health..." The man cut her off in the mid-sentence, "You want us to part how?" Mo Jia blinked, " Oh Amicably... I want us to part amicably if we get divorced in the future."

I let out a cold chuckle and looked at Jocelyn and Ethan. "Even if she doesn't divorce me, I'm going to divorce her eventually." Jocelyn frowned instead. "Jeffrey, what nonsense are you talking about?" I glanced at their hands, already clasped together, and said, "I want a divorce!" At that moment, the bullet comments appeared again. [Whoa! The supporting male lead is actually asking for a divorce!] [Divorce works too. The female lead will get 500 thousand, the debt will be split between them, and she and the male lead won't have to worry about money for the rest of their lives.]

KIER'S POV: Two weeks. Two weeks since I came home to that empty penthouse and those divorce papers on the counter and that text message telling me my father would be ashamed of me. Two weeks since my wife, my boring, ordinary, nothing special wife, walked out the door and disappeared like she had never existed at all.

One month later It's been one month since my divorce, I've managed to stay away from people that would mock me, everytime I speak with my father on the phone, I'm always telling him I'm fine and everything is okay, even though I'm not fine, I was broke, shattered, and felt like I lost everything, but I have my baby, I have my father, I have Ginny who has been my biggest source of support and everyday I show up at work smiling and masking all my pain.

“Is it still Cherrystone?” A faint blush creeps up her neck before she answers. “Yes.” I let out a sigh of relief in little batches so she won't hear it. She still wears it. She still uses the things I recommended, even after our divorce. Maybe that means something. Maybe there’s room to talk about friendship, about starting over. Our marriage was not real so why can’t anything still happen between us? Why can’t we try again, take it slow, and honest this time? We don’t speak again until I pull into the lot behind the little diner on 14th. One of those cheap, no-frills places Jodie refuses to step foot in with me.