My Ex Wife Blooms After Divorce Novels & Stories

Bella Dean lost everything the night her parents died—her family, her future and eventually her dignity when she was married into the very family responsible for her ruin. For three years, she endured a cold marriage, silent humiliation and betrayal disguised as duty. When she finally escaped, she returned stronger, wealthier and carrying twins no one was meant to know about. But revenge is never simple. The man who saved her wanted to own her. The man who broke her wanted her back. And the truth behind her parents’ death was darker than she ever imagined. Caught between obsession, guilt and a family built on bloodstained wealth, Bella must decide whether justice is worth the pri

The woman he loved so much was slowly killing his feelings. "Mom. I never cheated on you." Amanda continued to beg for forgiveness for a deed she had never committed. "Look at this picture! Have you forgotten the last time you did that?" Mrs. Vena showed Amanda a picture of her with a man doing very embarrassing things. "This is so disgusting!" Henry could no longer think clearly. The image of his wife's behavior with another man destroyed his self-esteem, so the divorce was inevitable. After years of separation, he met his ex-wife again—the woman who had destroyed him. After six years of divorce, Henry still can't forget his love for his ex-wife.

“Watch your mouth. That’s my wife you’re talking about.” “Ex-wife,” Denver corrected with a smirk. “You made sure of that when she signed the papers, remember? Too bad she couldn’t get pregnant for you though. That was the deal breaker, wasn’t it?” Ex-wife. The word landed like a slap. I hated how easily it rolled off his tongue. I hated how final it sounded. “Don’t,” I growled. “She tried. We both tried. It wasn’t just her fault.” Denver chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “What? It’s true, isn’t it? Five years and nothing. Meanwhile Elise gives you a son in a one night stand. Life’s ironic.”

Evelyn called after me. "Take care of yourself. If you ever run into trouble, let me know." I gave her a calm smile. It was the first and last smile I had given her after the divorce. "You too, Evelyn." I turned and walked into the crowd without looking back. A year later, I opened a small flower shop. I named it Bloom Again. It meant a new life for me. I planted a ring of sunflowers outside the shop. They always turned toward the sun, bright and full of hope.

No… no, please, she prayed that wouldn't be what she was think. Her trembling hand reached for the dark knob, her mind spinning. But she froze when a familiar voice drifted through the barely cracked door. "You know you can enjoy all of this forever, don’t you?" The familiar voice was filled with seduction. It was her ex-stepmother’s, Bethany. "You just have to break up with my ex-stepdaughter once you've achieved all your aims. You know, I sold all my husband’s properties just to be with you and even divorced him… all for you."

As the water came rushing down from the showerhead, the pain turned more and more excruciating. The pain was getting too much to bear... What on earth was happening to her?! Was she just exhausted? Or was there another reason for this...? Meanwhile, elsewhere, Lucas Gomez watched as Lynette Blossom approached him. He smiled wryly at himself and walked up to her, asking, "Has everything about your grandma been settled yet?" "Yeah," she replied, "it's all settled. By the way, my ex-husband called. He's agreed to get a divorce. Thank you!"

Her voice splintered under the weight of emotions she couldn't name. "I-I don't need you. Why did you take the hit? I never wanted you to. I was supposed to hate you! Hate you for the rest of my life…" "...Don't cry." Lucian tried to lift his hand to wipe her tears, but more kept falling. With a helpless smile, he murmured, "I don't want a divorce. This might actually be better. I've always hated the title 'ex-husband'; being a dead spouse is much better. The Mullers don't believe in divorce. I couldn't… I don't want to…"

He retorted and stormed away from there. Agnes and Betty were left dumbfounded. "What the hell…" Agnes gasped. "I will talk to him," Betty said, following him upstairs. She ascended the stairs and approached James' room. Just as she reached for the door handle, she heard James' voice. It seemed like he was on a call. "Hello," James said, his voice muffled through the door. Instead of leaving, Betty leaned closer to the door, eavesdropping. "Can you help to find out why my ex-wife suddenly left me and divorced me? She acts like she hates me, but I feel like she still loves me," James said, causing Betty to frown angrily.

I would work from home if necessary. After having back-to-back meetings since the morning, I finally had time to work. Ding… My phone buzzes. When I glance at it, I notice a text message from Molly. My lips curl slightly as I pick up the phone and click on the message. ‘I am tired of this marriage. I don't want to keep this relationship going. I want a divorce.’ A frown flares across my brow. My smile fades straight away. The tightness in my stomach makes me really restless.

I don't know what I could have done if I found out about his death at that time. Everything happens for a reason. Maybe, I would have gone crazy. Maybe, if she did, I wouldn't have Thirdy. But regardless, I still feel lost. Just like how I felt when we divorced, as if a huge stone is weighing down on my chest. … In a blink of an eye, about two and a half weeks passed. I spend my time indoors. Figuring what life brought me. I also find myself applying for a one-month leave. My heart stayed restless as I couldn't find any peace of mind. I could only paste a calm facade on my face. However, there are times when I keep spacing out.