Never Seen After The Divorce Novels & Stories

Not only did I lose my trust for strangers diminished but also my hatred for men like Thomson increased. Yes, everyone indeed makes mistakes but, I shouldn't have, not with the likes of Thomson. I remembered I met him shortly after my divorce was finalized in court, about four days ago. I met him at what where people would consider an unusual ground. Yes, that was at the bar somewhere in downtown, Charlottesville. It's wouldn't be surprising to hang around such places especially, after undergoing one of the most painful divorces in my life. Days that followed after my divorce from my ex-husband, I would go to that bar and sit in a quiet corner and consume as many bottles of liquor as I want,

Oh I see, well, that is good to know. Now how about Mr. Jones there did he see anything that I have seen. Look, Shane, it was a one—time casual fling that was it. I was reeling from my divorce and trying to cope with the aftermath. So, the best thing you could do was to sleep not only with my brother, but the administrator of the hospital as well.

“It’s not unusual. Did you know? Nearly 45% of couples are divorced in the United States. I’m sure you are not alone.” “That’s the thing,” Eloise exasperatedly said. “We’re not a normal divorced couple. We were never really together, either. We’re in this weird ambiguous relationship of being co-parents with some sexual tension!” “So you admit that the two of you have sexual tension?” Cadence asked with one eyebrow raised. “Oh, fuck off. That’s what you gathered from my statement?” “I’m just saying,” she chuckled. “I thought you wouldn’t fall for him anymore.”

It is too late for me to say anything because first of all, it has been a rocky journey before reaching here. Indeed, our divorce should theoretically mark the end of any personal entanglements with Adam. It's not uncommon for divorced individuals to maintain a professional relationship despite their past history. Many people successfully navigate working relationships with former spouses or partners, choosing to prioritize their professional responsibilities over personal differences. While the past may linger in memory, it shouldn't overshadow our ability to work together effectively in a professional capacity.

“It’s Aaron. He doesn’t seem to want the divorce.” “WHAT? No way.” Cecelia couldn’t believe it. “You saw how crushed he was when his mom broke him and Ami up. He was a wreck, remember? And Ami left, married someone else out of spite—she never wanted that, she’s never stopped loving him.” That breakup had been messy, and everyone close to them had felt their pain. What should’ve been a happy reunion now seemed painfully complicated. Frank sighed. “I know. I get it. But at the end of the day, it’s up to them. Honestly? I don’t even know what Aaron’s thinking anymore.”

"First, congratulations on getting compromising footage that could damage my reputation. Even if you post that video online, I won't sue you. After all, you'd just be showing more people how much I miss my ex-wife." Hearing Harvey's words, Elara felt no stirring in her heart. If anything, she almost wanted to laugh. "So, you regret divorcing me?" Elara asked him. Harvey shook his head. "If we hadn't divorced, our marriage would still be as dull as stagnant water. Actually, from another perspective, I created the woman you are today! Only after our divorce did you become truly remarkable in my eyes." Elara packed her laptop back into its bag and zipped it up. "Harvey, don't push my limits, es

You can’t take it back in the divorce settlement! The thought of all my hard work and sacrifices over the past year sent a wave of bitterness surging through me. Gritting my teeth, I said, "So, throughout this marriage, you only cared about the house?" She gave me a look like I was insane, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. "What else? You think I was drawn to your poverty or the fact that you’re an orphan?" With that, she flung the papers in my face. The metal clip grazed my eye as the documents scattered to the ground.

"Remember? The doctor said you shouldn't move your wrist so much. You need to keep it elevated and rested." Just like that, the divorce papers were forgotten. The conversation we'd been having, the revelation that our marriage was legally over, all of it disappeared the moment Kyle appeared. I watched it happen, watched Clara's priorities shift in real time, and felt nothing. Just a hollow kind of acceptance.

I expected a little from her side. I had instructed the driver to drop her where ever she wants and not to see her again. I also told them to delete the cctv footage after I saw it. As I did not wanted any problem. As she could use the same against me. I got the papers back and I saw her sign again. I have just seen her sign since morning. I'm glad this was done this soon and quick. I got married to a girl and divorced her the same day. Even before seeing her. Strange but that's a reality I never want anyone to know.

“But… what about Argantara and Revania?” I took a deep breath, staring at the office ceiling. “Let them be. I have my own plans now. No longer relying on a husband who never truly cared, and I won’t let Revania destroy my dignity again.” --- The next day, I arrived at the office with steady steps. All eyes were on me—not only because I was a manager returning after internal conflict, but also because the divorce rumors had spread quickly. I sat at my desk, reviewing scattered reports, yet there was a strange sense of relief. It felt like freedom from the chains that had held me for so long.