Mine Ever After Divorce Novels & Stories

Kiara said without a hint of guilt in her eyes, presenting some documents to him. I partly guessed they were the divorce papers, as she lifted her son in her arms, giving her to a woman I assumed to be a nanny. Four years ago, my singing career was at its peak. Only one night later my life was destroyed, and I fell from grace to grass. I woke up in an empty hotel room with a heavy hangover from last night’s celebration banquet. I didn’t know how I ended up there, but when I left the room , intimate pictures of me and my producer were circulated all over the internet and magazines, framing me for being a homewrecker.

“Seven years… I thought you’d at least be living better by now.” He shook his head as if looking at a pathetic, fallen woman. “You divorced me because I wouldn’t buy you luxury goods—because you were jealous of Mia. And now look at you. You can’t even afford a proper meal.” Mia leaned closer to him, her voice falsely innocent. “James, you have to understand. After the divorce, no one’s taking care of poor Evelyn.” I let out a snort. “Mia, not every woman needs to live off a man like you do. Move.”

She knew her father worked hard, and she believed he needed to earn money to buy her gifts. After Felix left, Mrs. Young returned with a bag full of groceries. “Did Sir leave already?” she asked. Miranda waited until Mia had gone upstairs, then quietly said to Mrs. Young, “We are getting a divorce. From now on, it will just be me and Mia in this house.”

Marcus came into play and showed us both how it’s done. I thought when Nick gave her the divorce papers that all I needed to do was to help her heal then make my move. But then things didn’t happen quite like that. First, Olivia didn’t want me, never did. Second, now more than ever I see how much Nick really loved his ex-wife. Now thinking back to when she was in prison.

“Damn! That’s really bad.” “Yeah, I know, right? It was a huge amount of money, as well as some other assets, but I'm not going to mention the amount here. It was so bad that even his company took a hit and was left struggling. We’re still managing to get on our feet again. She took her settlement and disappeared into thin air. Anyway, not long after, I found out I was pregnant, and we were both overjoyed, as his mother was. Anyway, they got divorced, and we rekindled our love and have been together ever since then. So that is the story.”

Putting his hands up to block the ice that i throw at his face " no offense, even now that you guys are divorced she never once use your connection or the Sawyer's , how is she going to help this guy climb the social ladder?" He does got a point there when we were married she never once ask me for money , the card i gave her to shop she never touched it , when we got the divorced she left with nothing but the clothes she came with but then again i didn't know she was the famous designer Anna, she was always been an independent woman , i was too blind to see it during our marriage, she didn't need the Sawyer or me to survive. " Danm it, I'm an iditot" i whispher to myself.

“No way. That is impossible!” Agnes slammed her hands on the table. “Your daughter in law? That is absurd!” “Only that it is not. She was my daughter in law till the seventh of September,” Nancy protested. “And she married Lorenzo on… the eighth?” Agnes laughed in disbelief. “That bitch… she… she suddenly divorced my son and then left the house. Only to join your family. You…” “She does not look like the type to do so, though,” Agnes cut her short.

I frown as something flashes through my eyes. It’s been six months since I divorced Stacy to marry Nicole... Six months since I thought I’d found happiness again with the woman who was supposed to be my forever... But as I get out of the car and step into the house, I hear my son’s piercing cries, that happiness feels like a distant memory.

Taylor leaned back slowly, her hand pressing lightly against her forehead as though trying to steady her thoughts. “So let me understand this,” she said, her voice measured now, controlled in a way that suggested effort. “Your wife has left you. She has taken the company. You are officially divorced. And someone you trusted has taken what remained of your money.” Matthew did not interrupt. He simply nodded. Mrs. Taylor’s hand dropped from her forehead, her gaze fixing on him again. “So the company is not yours,” she said. Matthew held her gaze. “Yes.” Mrs. Taylor inhaled slowly, the breath catching slightly before she released it.

Holding his gaze, I said hoarsely, "Let's go our separate ways, Lucas. Why shouldn't I be allowed to have a partner who truly loves me?" … After we parted ways that day, I thought Lucas would agree to divorce me in a heartbeat. Yet, to my surprise, he never showed his face in front of me again. In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's. My father suddenly asked me to come home for a family dinner. I didn't think much of it. I bought a few things and went back, planning to tell them about the divorce. However, to my surprise, when I walked in with my gifts, I saw Lucas' parents—Leon Maxwell and Evelyn Finch—chatting animatedly with my parents. Lucas was right there beside them, occasionally p