Never Seen After The Divorce Novels & Stories

The lighting was warm inside the live broadcast room. Wearing a simple suit, I calmly sat in front of the camera. The host asked cautiously, "Ms. Scott, what do you think about the recent online discussions about your divorce and your new company?" I smiled at the camera. "I divorced my ex-husband to fix the mistake I made in the past. The company is a new beginning for me. I don't regret any of my choices." "I heard that Larson Group's in a tough position lately. Are you—"

I see what she does, it's subtle but I see it. She avoids been alone with me, if the kids aren't involved, then she's out. But she isn't forcing my hand with the divorce… I hold on to that. “I take it that you aren't signing that paper, are you?” Seb says with a smirk. I roll my eyes. “I just…I need time to decide,” Damon chuckles. “Anyone would believe that, not us, and definitely not Tamara.” Seb smirks. “You guys need to sort this out on a bed,”

We were looking forward. As Adrian reached for his glass again, I realized something. For the first time since our divorce... The future didn't scare me anymore. And for now... That was enough.

What I didn't know was how deep it ran. I'd always thought it was just a schoolgirl crush, the kind of harmless infatuation that teenage girls sometimes developed for their friends' fathers. Something she'd grow out of, forget about once she graduated and moved on with her life. After my divorce two years ago, women had been the absolute least of my concerns. Immersing myself in work was all I could do to keep from drowning in the wreckage of a twenty-year marriage that had disintegrated in slow motion. But lately, I'd started noticing things.

She noticed. I looked away. "I forgot, okay? So what? We're getting divorced. Am I not allowed to forget your number?" "What's wrong with you?" Suri stared at me. "Ever since you woke up after your suicide attempt, you've been a completely different person..."

Carson offered me nothing but a piercing stare, leaving his silence to heavy-handedly deliver the message that he harbored not a single shred of regret over our divorce. Also, his mother, her gaze oozing an arrogant superiority that proved she felt entirely devoid of guilt for the misery she had inflicted upon me in the past.

James's POV The moment Elena left, something in me went dry and dead. The divorce was processed quickly — suspiciously fast, even. I barely saw her. Every document, every step, was handled by her lawyer. She didn't show up. No questioning, no stalling, no window for me to take any of it back. It was as though she really didn't care anymore. After that day, I never saw Elena again. She vanished from my life completely. As if she'd never been there at all.

"Where is she?" Angela questioned. The lights were dim and a soft music was going on in background, the view from their table was breath-taking. It was a romantic set-up. Theo's forehead creased. "I don't know," Theo replied, his gaze boring holes into the plate. After divorce, they didn't see each other again. "You really don't know?" Angela questioned, not buying his lie. Theo sighed and rubbed a hand down his face.

She, then, glared at Grey, even though he was still not waking up from the surgery. “Believe me, sweetheart. Do you remember when you two fought in front of me, when you said to him that you wanted a divorce? That’s the day too when you had a car accident,” he resumed telling her a side of the story. “Yes, I still remember that, Dad,” she replied.

I had the chance to touch. “Did you travel on a plane with your mum after the divorce?” He asked with a smile that told me his seriousness wasn't genuine. “I didn't. I didn't get to see her after the divorce. Even before the divorce.” I paused. I haven't told him this story before. “I remember after my mum quit her job, she got very sick. She loosed a lot of weight and my parents fought every night. I think she was taking drugs. One day, I just didn't see her at home. My dad said she was her in the hospital. Then the divorce. Then, I never heard of her again. Until, after some years, he told me she killed herself.”