My Divorced Crybaby Novels & Stories

– You know, little nymph, he just needs to fuck me again to remember how much he likes my body and come running back to me. - Oh, I doubt it! He doesn't seem very enthusiastic about seeing you in your underwear. Trust me, I know how he gets when he's excited. – Manu replied confidently and self-assuredly, and that filled me with pride. – But let me tell you, your divorce scheme won't last long, after all, the hearing is coming up, then your divorce will be on paper again. But everyone here knows the reality, right?! The reality is that this divorce is a fait accompli from seven years ago, and the document you're so happily flaunting, where it says the divorce decree was revoked, is nothing b

T had been bundled away. "Threatening me with cops? Did you forget who I am, Julie?" Jotham asked, still holding Julie's hand firmly as if scared he would suddenly disappear if he let her go. Dr. J dropped the whole pretense and professional talk, "Are you insane?" She continued angrily, "And oh fucking yes, I'm Julie! You Divorced me and sent me away cause you hated me, cause you want my sister, yes? I was devastated and broken for months. Thank goodness I eventually picked up the pieces, brought my life together, and decided to make something meaningful out of my life. And here you are, trying to act like you are obsessed with

I was always thinking and blamed myself for the divorce, questioning where I went wrong? “Pumpkin…what did you do after the divorce?” “I cried. What else? Dad had so much expectation of me. We were wed to each other because he wanted someone to be with me until I got old. He didn't want me to be alone.” “Why did you cry, Pumpkin? For an asshole like me, I did not deserve your tears.” “Was I the only one in pain for the separation, Calcifer?” I asked. He groaned and shut his mouth shut.

The frustration tips over into something uglier. "An engagement I never agreed to." His hand drags through his hair. "Things were happening that you wouldn't even begin to understand. I told you to be patient. I told you to let me sort it out. But you didn't listen, did you? You had to make it about you. About what you want." His voice rises fully now, and he lets it. "Did it ever occur to you that I might need your support to get through what I was dealing with? I just got out of a divorce, Selene. I lost my inheritance. A sacrifice I made for you, for us, and you stand there acting like you're the only one who's been carrying something." He moves to stand by the bookshelf, putting distance

Unable to reach me, he had to go through my lawyer. The lawyer said he had been drunk, crying, and apologizing endlessly. How did I feel at that moment? All I could think was how damn cheap he was. He never appreciated me when he had me, and now that he lost me, he showed up trying to play Mr. Loving Husband. Still, the difference now was that I was no longer the old me. I was no longer the girl who would run to him at his beck and call. “Quincy, is there really nothing left for us besides divorce?”

Liam introduced me, and I tried to play it cool, but inside, I felt a pang of disappointment, but I tried to brush it off. As we sat down to eat, the waitress brought us our food after the girl ordered food for both Liam and me. "I don't know but I am actually curious to know something. Is it true that you are actually single? I thought you got Married, but it was private," the girl said. However, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but I was curious to know Liam's answer. "We are divorced now, so I am single," Liam said and looked my way. "Woah. Why would such a woman divorce you when you are this gorgeous. She must have been dead ugly with a bad character," she said, and I scoffed internally.

"He's even bringing her over for dinner tonight." Ollie's eyes grew round with exaggerated surprise. "Whoa! What did you do to get her to agree to end up with you?" He chuckled and punched me on the shoulder in what was supposed to be a playful manner, but he deliberately packed a lot of power into the punch. I didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me wince. "Well, I'll believe you've gotten yourself a fiance when I see it... Oh, sorry, her." Grandma Martha nodded in agreement. "Anyway... did grandma tell you I've gotten officially divorced? I've gotten someone much, much better, someone more worthy of our family name." "Good for you," I said, keeping my expression deadpan.

But he acted as though he couldn't feel it at all. He just stared at me, his eyes red. All that control — all that composure he'd maintained for as long as I'd known him — was cracking open from the inside. "Elena. Come here." His voice was barely above a whisper. There was a tremor in it that I'd never heard before. I stood still. Then I took a step back. "Lucien, we're divorced." His pupils contracted. For just a fraction of a second, his expression broke.

Quinn got increasingly agitated while speaking, and tears fell from her eyes. I looked at her and felt a crack in the strong front I was putting up. Someone in this opportunistic world was crying for me. "Stop crying, Quinn." I took a deep breath as I tried to suppress the sadness I felt inside me. "It's probably a good thing that we got divorced. I've been living in his shadows the past five years, and it's time I live in my own shoes." Quinn sniffled and wiped her face roughly. "Alright! Getting divorced is no big deal! We'll take that five hundred million and fly to Hartford to get ourselves dozens of male models. We'll make sure to infuriate that bastard!"

Her voice cracked, panic rising like a tide. "Viv... relax," I said, squeezing her hands to calm her, even as sadness weighed on me. But how could I explain? Taking a deep breath, I confessed, "Viv, Ethan and I are divorced. He said he has no use for me anymore. He's moved on to another woman—I was just disposable trash to him." She froze, disbelief and pain flashing across her face. "What do you mean divorced? What happened?"