Never Seen After The Divorce Novels & Stories

Jeremy knew Phoebe could regulate her emotions, but he couldn't help worrying and instinctively glanced at her. To his surprise, he found her watching Connor and his group openly and without hesitation. When they first divorced, seeing Connor would hurt her every time. It was normal for Phoebe to want to avoid him. But now, as she gradually moved on, her mindset shifted. Divorce didn't mean that they would never see each other again. They still needed to go to the courthouse to finalize the divorce and collect the divorce certificate. If she couldn't even handle seeing him, then what was the point?

“Oh? So if you had known before the divorce, you wouldn’t have gone through with it?” I hadn’t expected her to ask that. The question was typical for her character—sharp and provocative as ever. I thought carefully before giving a firm answer. “I still would have divorced him.” After a pause, I added, “And there are no ‘what ifs.’ While our divorce was entangled with all sorts of melodramatic misunderstandings, at its core, it stemmed from communication issues between us. I wasn’t entirely blameless either.” ***** Alicia’s POV: I saw the complete release in her eyes and knew she had truly come to terms with it. This was completely different from the Scarlett of the past three years.

However, she was happy knowing that there was someone there for her daughter. When she thought of Travis, she frowned feeling stressed. They had all thought that there was nothing between Elaine and the guy after the divorce other than the kids but who knew the man never signed the papers? Her son had been blaming himself for not following up on the divorce. However, when they thought of the future of the three kids and all the bullies they had experienced cause they lacked a father, they remained silent and opted to watch what will happen before making a decision on how to deal with him.

By the time Matteo was born, she had already returned to Paris, a closed chapter fading into the distant past. James picked up Sophia’s meticulously packed research notes and the carry-cot containing a still-sleeping Matteo. Sophia shouldered her laptop bag. Together, they walked out of the Zurich apartment. Sophia didn’t look back. She looked ahead, towards a future she was choosing, holding the hand of a man who had finally learned to see her, carrying the tangible proof of their scarred, complicated, but undeniably changed story. The divorce papers were filed away, relics of a painful ending that had, against all odds, paved the way for a hesitant, hard-won beginning.

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

But I saw Aiden merely stand there coldly, refusing to meet her eyes. In front of everyone present, I heard him publicly declare that he was divorcing Haven and severing all ties with her. Shortly afterward, I saw the pack officially expel Haven, leaving her with absolutely nothing left.

“How do you ever leave the house?” I stepped into the tub across from her, watching her lie there with her eyes closed. “If I lived like this, I would never go anywhere.” After my divorce, I couldn’t imagine being married again, never sharing my space with another person. But when I pictured Scarlett being there with me, asleep on the couch in front of the TV when I came home or soaking in the tub while I took a shower, it didn’t bother me as much. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

She glanced at me briefly through the reflection. “I know we've not talked about Sophia, but just ignore her,” she said, completely unfazed, “I’m sure she won't be here for long.” “That’s why you think I'm here?” I asked. The first sign of our shaky marriage should be the fact that we slept separately. Diane didn't even give me a perfect reason for that development, it just suddenly happened. Diane brushed her hair slowly. “I know that's why you're here, so I'm letting you know she's dramatic and always desperate for attention. She missed my wedding, barely called, disappeared for years and now she shows up expecting…” She waved a hand dismissively. “I don’t even know what she expects.”

"I know that you never loved me, Liana. You're such a gold digging bitch! Look how it was so easy for you to accept the divorce?" Eric cursed when his gaze fell on her and he didn't find any trace of tears or sadness in her eyes. Liana let out a little gasp and curved her lips up into a dry smile. She didn't say a word, but rather chose to ignore his rant and walk away from the surroundings. "I'm still talking to you, Liana! Have you been seeing another man while still married to me? Is this how you want to go ahead advertising your ugly self to all the men in the world to know that you're divorced, huh?"

“How long were you married?” “Seven years.” “And the divorce?” “It was finalized within a month,” I reply, then when he raises a brow — because it’s rare to finalize a divorce like that — I add, “Priority case.” “Amicable?” “No.” I don’t bother elaborating on that, and he doesn’t ask me to. “How often did you interact with him after the divorce?” “We never did,” I say. “Until I married his uncle.” He raises a questioning brow at my answer, but makes no comment regarding that. He simply asks, “Were there conflicts between you?”