Never Seen After The Divorce Novels & Stories

"Good boy, Andy. What did your mom say?" "Mom said she's not coming home tonight, and she won't be back for the next few days either!" Nevaeh's lips curled into a smile. At least Marisol knew her place. It'd be best if she never went back; the farther she stayed from Lucian, the better. Once those two divorced, the Sorensens could arrange a marriage alliance with the Mullers. Then, everything would be hers. “Nevaeh?” She had stayed silent for too long as she was lost in her thoughts. Andre's puzzled voice brought her back.

Miles watched her leave and didn't turn away until her figure disappeared from view. Then he looked at Trevor and said, "I've noticed... now that you two are getting divorced, your relationship actually seems better than before." Trevor, typing away on his laptop, didn't even look up. He gave an ambiguous reply, "Is that so?" Most couples tear each other apart during a divorce. What was happening between these two was rather rare. But Miles didn't say that out loud. He suddenly seemed to think of something and said, "Whatever the case, you two have Jo between you. Though she did make mistakes back then, it's all in the past.

"Vanessa—Miss Thomas, I know we ended on the wrong foot. Things didn't exactly work out well between us during our, you know, marriage. But I urge you not to let whatever grudge you're holding cloud your judgment." My brows knitted. "You think this is all about you?" "Isn't it?" He asked, locking gaze with me. "You disappeared after signing those divorce papers, only for you to run into the arms of my brother. It's quite clear that you've been making decisions with your hatred towards me, which is completely unfair in my opinion. But then again, that's understandable." I fell silent. Not because I lost words to say, but because of the truth in his words. I'd really been letting my hatred lea

"You still remember your way back? How long has it been since you last called me?" But as he listened to her sob so hard to the point of choking herself, his hands slowly softened as he patted her back, his tone becoming gentle. "Did Gary bully you? Tell me, and I'll deal with him!" Dana shook her head, still hiccupping, and then started with a hoarse voice, "Grandpa, he and I… We got divorced." "That's great!" Peter slammed his chair's armrest, his eyes full of approval. "I always knew he couldn't tell what really matters. You're better off not spending your life with a man like that."

They had agreed that after the divorce, they would be strangers and never see each other again. She muttered, "Vance, I really hoped we could just be strangers. You don't have to do anything more for me. Go find your own happiness. If only I had never liked you in the first place, then none of the later stories would have happened." From that day on, she never saw Vance again. Yet she never forgot his face, because every few days he appeared in her dreams, along with their old classmates and long-ago events. Reliving those years in her dreams was so mentally exhausting that she became incredibly sleepy. She had trouble waking up in the mornings and once slept for two full days on one weekend

I said. "First we get you a job. Something good, something that starts rebuilding your financial independence quietly. Then when you have enough to stand on your own two feet — you divorce him. You build from there. And when you are ready, when you are strong enough, you come back for your share of that business. It was willed to both of you by your grandparents. He cannot erase that. But you need to be in a position of strength before you go after it." I sat with that for a long moment.

For the first time since the divorce papers— Since the arguments. Since the distance between them had become normal— He didn’t feel in control. He didn’t feel certain. He didn’t feel justified. He felt— Small. Not in a way that weakened him. But in a way that forced him to see the space she had occupied. The weight of it. The absence of it. And the fact that— For all the ways he had tried to manage the situation— He had never considered this. That she would leave without asking.

Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce. That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?" The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake." Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend. I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm ar

We just stared at each other. I had no idea what to say to him. But deep down, my heart was racing. It was the first time I had seen him since I signed the divorce papers. In fact, I hadn’t seen him in days. The last time we spoke was the day before he went on a trip with Cierra. I let out a deep sigh. Just thinking about her name made my stomach churn. Only God knew what those two had gotten up to during that trip. I didn’t even want to begin imagining what they might have done because I knew it would only hurt me more.

He says as he looks deep into her eyes without hesitation. "Wait, you said you got married. I don't see a wedding ring. What happened?" "Well, I don't see a ring on your finger either. What happened there?” He sighs and then continues, “My ex-wife divorced me 10 years ago. She told the court that she didn't know who I was anymore. She couldn't stand me, so she took my kids and I barely ever got to see them till they were old enough to come visit me themselves."