Mine Ever After Divorce Novels & Stories

I turned to see him looking exhausted, his red-rimmed eyes filled with desperation. “Diana, please… Just one more chance. I swear I can make this right.” I yanked my wrist free, flashing him a triumphant smile. “Mr. Meyer, what are you talking about? We’re already divorced. What more is there to say?” Michael looked like he wanted to argue, but I had lost all interest. As promised, I left the company to him. Then, alone, I traveled to Charleston, where I had once dreamed of spending my honeymoon with Michael.

“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.

“Some losses divide your life into before and after.” The honesty in her voice stunned me. “But that doesn’t mean the after can never hold joy again.” Elara cried silently. “I don’t know how.” “You don’t need to know yet.” Vivian glanced toward me briefly then. “You just need people willing to survive it beside you.” The meaning behind the look wasn’t subtle. And maybe for the first time— I realized Vivian had seen our marriage more clearly than I assumed. Because there was no surprise in her expression now seeing me beside Elara.

“But… what about Argantara and Revania?” I took a deep breath, staring at the office ceiling. “Let them be. I have my own plans now. No longer relying on a husband who never truly cared, and I won’t let Revania destroy my dignity again.” --- The next day, I arrived at the office with steady steps. All eyes were on me—not only because I was a manager returning after internal conflict, but also because the divorce rumors had spread quickly. I sat at my desk, reviewing scattered reports, yet there was a strange sense of relief. It felt like freedom from the chains that had held me for so long.

“It’s fine. I just got into bed anyway. Since you’re calling this late, I assume it’s important. What’s going on?” I sank onto the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. “I want to file for divorce. I need the papers ready by tomorrow morning.” There was a long, heavy silence on the other end. I could hear him sitting up properly. “A divorce?” His tone sharpened with disbelief. “Why? Did Damien do something?” “Yes.” My voice remained steady, though anger simmered beneath it. “Tonight, at the charity gala we hosted, he publicly introduced his mistress to everyone. I can’t continue this marriage. I want it over as quickly as possible.”

Of course she would be shocked, George thought. Not even someone like Alexander would throw that kind of money at a woman like her. But he needed her. Painfully enough, he needed her, who was his grandfather’s weakness. And with an offer like that, there was no way she would refuse— Before his thoughts could settle, Mirena clicked her tongue in disgust, pulling him out of his fantasy and only then did he realize her expression had changed. The shock was gone and In its place was pure disgust. “You know,” she began slowly, “that thought crossed my mind the day we met at the Hills. The day we signed the divorce papers. But now I’m certain,”

I stammered, "Maeve, I never—" She gave me a look of pure disappointment, then turned to help Johnny back to his feet. "Ed, how did you become this kind of person?" I was silent for a long moment. Gritting my teeth against the pain in my chest, I forced myself to speak calmly. "I haven't changed. You have. "Maeve, I've already signed the divorce papers. I'm stepping aside so you two can be together." Maeve was busy tending to the scrape on Johnny's hand, murmuring comfort to him while she cleaned the wound.

“You’re imagining things, Sophia. Nothing happened last night.” “Then why did you look so hurt when you kicked the door open?” His eyes flew open. “What?” “I saw the look in your eyes.” I swallowed. “My mom must have said something to—” “Drop it.” “But—” “Drop it, Sophia.” He grabbed his coffee, pushed mine toward me, and walked out of the kitchen. If this was what marriage looked like—two people sharing a house but not a life—then I wanted no part of it.

“I couldn’t let that happen. I didn’t want her to have any part of what belongs to this family. I kept thinking about it, and the more I thought about it, the more desperate I became. So I came up with a plan to ruin your marriage.” She paused, her eyes filling with tears. “She’s an outsider, Vincent. She isn’t one of us. I couldn’t stand the thought of her taking a share of our family’s fortune. I know what I did was terrible, but I didn’t want her to get anything.” I stared at Katherine, struggling to process what she had just confessed. All this time, I had thought she had a personal grudge against Audrey. I never imagined it was because of money. Before I could say anything, my phone buz

"Quietly. If you do, he'll leave Rafe and everyone here alone. I give you my word." She laughed. It was a small, bitter sound, and she felt Rafe stiffen behind her. "Your word," she said. "You have no power to promise that." Something in Derek's face went cold. "You're making a mistake." "Maybe. It'll be mine." He studied her a moment longer, then turned toward his men, and she thought that was the end of it. He had one foot on the gravel when he paused. "There's something you should know," he said without looking back. "Adrian never meant for me to stay married to you forever. It had an end date. Once your father's records turned up, I was supposed to divorce you and disappear."