Never Seen After The Divorce Novels & Stories

“But I meant I’m divorced. It’s done. Signed, sealed, and finalized. Adrian handled everything. It was so clean and quiet. I can’t believe Marc let us go.” Floral squealed. “Do you mean this?” Tears of joy crowded my eyes, and I tipped my head back. “Of course I do,” I said, sniffling. “Adrian is the best thing that has happened to me. I thought I would never fall in love or find anyone new after Marc, but look at me now.” “Sophia, you deserve everything,” she whispered. “What about you? How’s the family?” She sighed. “Good. No divorce, but we're still separated.” I said nothing, mostly because she’d never given me the details of their breakup. But her husband didn’t seem as bad as Marc.

Didn’t want to see him? Really? She’s becoming bold. Before their divorce, she used to wait for him for hours at the dining table or his office just to get a glimpse of him but now she’s saying that she didn’t wish to see him. Can divorce really change people? Or is it just her who is playing hard to get? But she didn’t seem like she’s trying to attract his attention. He can tell that she’s looking for a clean break up with him but somehow his heart is not ready to let her go yet.

Not after losing almost everything , my marriage, my home… and nearly myself. Everyone thought getting yourself back after a divorce was quick and sudden, but that shit only happened in TV shows and not in reality. It was hard taking yourself back up when your whole life had been controlled by your husband's money. Everything was taken away from me and even if he hadn't asked, I wouldn't keep any of his things in my life.

Everyone at Hartwell Group knew I loved Julian without a shred of dignity. I was the one who got him through his four most dangerous years. When there was an incident at one of the hotels, I went in his place. When the press had the group surrounded, I stood in front of the cameras for him. When protesters closed in on him, I put myself between them and took more than a dozen stitches in my arm. So when Julian gained full control of the group, our divorce became final, and he immediately announced his engagement to my sister Claire. Everyone looked at me with pity. I could accept that Julian did not love me. I could accept that on the very day our four-year marriage ended, he got engaged to

“That is the last time I ever want to hear that man’s name in this house. You should be grateful everything is over.” “You can’t just—” “Shh.” He stepped closer and cupped my face in his hands. “Everything is over now. I’m not going to marry her. Not after seeing what she’s capable of. You can have me all to yourself. Once the thirty days are up, we’ll cancel the divorce.”

Chuck fell limply to the ground in despair. My mother-in-law was stunned when she saw everyone leaving the party. She had never expected things to turn out this way. Even Candice was flustered. She tugged on my mother-in-law's sleeve. "Mrs. Jameson, I…" It only annoyed my mother-in-law as she pushed Candice aside. "Stop calling me that! This is all your fault, you jinx!" The show was about to begin as they started turning against each other. I approached Chuck and flung the divorce papers into his face. "Sign them, or you'll be in tomorrow's headline."

CHAPTER ONE. “Divorce?” Imani was shocked. Her hands were trembling as she stared down at the divorce paper with her. Luke rolled his eyes, “Yes. I'm divorcing you! I hate your face! Everything about you!” He added and Imani bat back her tears. “Is this your own way of sorting things out after you cheated? You are having an affair with another woman and you bring this?” Imani snapped, her shaky voice getting the best of her.

" she asked cautiously, the last fragile thread of hope flickering in her eyes. I shook my head without hesitation. "No." The light in her eyes went out instantly. "Some wounds, once inflicted, can never be repaired." I stood up. "Take care." As I watched her walk away in a daze, I knew everything between us had finally reached its true end. Later, I heard that she moved to a small town in the south. She opened a small art studio and taught children how to paint. She never returned to Fort Canon again, but none of that had anything to do with me anymore.

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.

She sounds relaxed. After the divorce, Mom was diagnosed with Acute coronary syndrome. She’s on regular meds, diet, and monthly appointments. “I’m doing great, and business is good. Aren’t you planning on coming to see me?” She doesn’t like this place after the divorce had been finalized. She never remarries. Unlike dad, who met women and had a fair share of mistresses. “You know the reason why, but since your dad passed away, I might think of revisiting that place. So much about me, I heard from Hawk that you met someone. Tell me about her, honey.”