Never Seen After The Divorce Novels & Stories

"I don't mean that." Kent's tone was firm. "I just think that the hidden danger that you are worried about exists, no matter if I am married to her or not, or if I am divorced or not. My divorce from her doesn't change anything. It would be better to hurry up and find someone to delete all those photos from the past." Pinel frowned. “You guys marrying is a mistake. You must divorce!”

“You haven’t changed much. Still have that… I don’t know. That calm thing about you.” I laughed quietly. “Calm? You must be remembering wrong. I was married to your father—calm wasn’t exactly the word I’d use.” His smile deepened, something flickering in his expression. “True. You always seemed too good for him.” The bluntness of it made my heart stutter. We hadn’t spoken since the divorce. For years, I’d told myself that chapter was over. Seeing him now was like finding an old, sealed box in the attic and cracking the lid—unexpected, unsettling.

They know how much I loved Corrie, infact we were not supposed to go through a divorce. I just pushed for one to keep her shut, hoping she'll stay with me for the sake of Haven. But that wasn't the case, because of her damn ego she went through with the divorce and out of spite, I married Mimi but every single thing I did felt like nothing to her, well until Haven died. I thought it would be my chance to win her back but Haven's funeral was the last time I saw her and now, four years later I can't still get her out of my mind, not after we had fucked recently.

asked Lydia, recovering from her shock. "My parents don't know about our divorce. And you have to hide it." Reino replied flatly. "But we're already separated, sir. Will-" "I don't want to know." Reino cut Lydia off, then quickly stepped into the restaurant. Lydia closed her eyes in annoyance. She tried to control her emotions, not to explode in a public place like this. "Be patient." She muttered as she stepped back into the restaurant. Unfortunately, Reino sitting not far from her table made Lydia sigh. She was no longer emotional, but it was still annoying to see Reino's flat face. Even in front of a beautiful and plump sexy woman.

How pathetic can you get? With that, I turned and walked off without looking back. I must've been blind when we were dating. I never saw him for the person he really was. … A few days later, Rachel Hill reached out to me. She was back in the country. Rachel had gone to the same college as me, and she was my best friend. After I got married, she went abroad. She saw my Instagram post just a few days ago and congratulated me on dumping the jerk and doing well on my own.

OLIVIA I woke up in the morning with Adrian sleeping next to me in bed. It had always been my dream to see that happen. Unfortunately, my marriage with Cyril had limited me from many things I would have accomplished. It was my first day as a divorcee. It also turned out to be one of the most important days of my life. I was relieved knowing that I wasn’t married to Cyril anymore. I was also thrilled that Cyril wouldn’t be coming after me anymore, thanks to the restraining order from the judge.

Then she changed the direction of conversation and caught me a little by surprise. “Have you been seeing anyone,” she asked. I hesitated briefly and replied, “Oh, not really.” I had actually been seeing two different women since right after Juana left, but my lawyer had told me that if I started seeing anyone to be discreet until the divorce was settled. “Oh come on, Theodore, you can tell me. I know your marriage is definitely over. I’m not telling anyone, especially not Juana. I feel terrible she left you in the first place. I just care about you and I want to see you move on. You deserve better. So tell me are you seeing anyone?”

I've never heard him speak like that, so angry and bitter. It was clear that he was not happy to see me, and that his feelings towards me were still complicated. I was curious about what was going on in his life, but I knew it was not my place to ask. Our divorce was finalized, and our marriage was over. We were just two strangers with a history.

He chewed on his lips and protested, “This isn’t how it looks. It’s a momentary lapse of judgement.” I chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah, a little slip-up that keeps happening. Does Maya realize this is your perspective on it?” “This divorce has really twisted you, hasn’t it? Emily.” Louis snarled. “Keep her name out of it.” “Oh, a traitor with some class, huh?” I cheered, “Looks like you don't really know me. A ten-year marriage isn't all that special, I guess.”

Rhea’s POV Our pictures were everywhere. People couldn’t seem to get enough of us, and honestly, neither could I. And the divorce, he never mentioned it again. Sometimes, when he wore a serious look, I feared he’d bring it up, but he never did, not even when we had just a week left on the contract. Still nothing. That had to mean something, right? At least, I thought it did, until the night we went out for dinner and were driving back.