Never Seen After The Divorce Novels & Stories

He looked at RK and suddenly calmed down. When they divorced, Stella suddenly disappeared. This was the first time he saw Stella after six years. He didn't expect her to be with her ex-husband. What's more, he didn't expect that they would meet again on such an occasion. The three of them were in such a sorry state. After her call ended, the car become much quieter. Rather than being quiet, it was better to say that it was dead silent. She was a little embarrassed. Did she scare them by talking to Adrian just now?

Then she recalled it was only a contract, a marriage on paper, which made her sigh. As she sipped her drink, someone sat next to her. Jane looked up to see Abigail, and anger clawed at her insides. Facing Abigail for the first time since the divorce, she didn't know how to feel. She stood to leave, but Abigail's voice stopped her. "Relax, Jane. You look good, your skin is glowing.” Jane felt her blood boil. Abigail's smug expression made her want to scream. “What do you want?” She demanded “My new man?”

EZEKIEL No, how could it be her? As the driver drove through the city, I pulled out my phone. "Mr. Harrington," came the prompt answer from my assistant, Brooks. "Brooks, I want you to check on Vivienne," I said. I tried not to care much but the side face that I saw earlier somehow bothered me. I hadn’t heard from Vivienne after the divorce. It seemed like she had just disappeared after we parted ways. I wouldn’t deny. After we divorced, there were still moments when I wondered where she was. But after she signed the papers, that was the last time I heard anything from her. It was as if she stopped existing.

Given opened the window. “Are you here to give me the divorce papers?” Now that I was seeing her up close, I saw that she was a different woman. Although she was much thinner than before, her features had becomes much better looking and her eyes were more expressive. My wife couldn’t look me in the eyes long, she would shy away and avert her gaze.

Hopefully, he wouldn't end up regretting it. *** After the divorce, I barely saw him—until fate decided to mess with me again. At a company anniversary party packed with business partners, guess who showed up? Since our split, I'd been thriving. No meds, no stress, and I was glowing. Add a little makeup, and I looked stunning. When Rob spotted me, his eyes lit up immediately. When Rob saw me, his eyes lit up immediately. I rolled mine. Ugh, not this again. Couldn't I even enjoy a party without running into this clown?

Despite my sadness, I promised her that I would be home soon. My mind drifted while I sat on the plane. New York. After all that had happened, it looked strange to return after such a long time. It's been five years. I hadn't returned since my divorce. I had buried memories of the city. I had memories of a man whom I thought would be my forever partner but who left me without thinking twice. But I was a different lady, and it seemed like a different world now.

Without waiting for him to talk more, I walked to the table, picked up the divorce papers, and handed them to him “I’ve already signed it,” I said evenly. He took them, surprised. “Gina and I are getting married,” he repeated. “I didn’t want to do it while you were still hurting. I wanted to know you’d made peace with everything.” I studied him calmly, noticing how little his presence affected me now. The man who once held my world felt… small. I let out a soft chuckle. “Hurting? No. Not anymore.” I met his eyes. “And peace? Tell that to your soon-to-be wife.”

Once she calmed down, she would surely come back. Asher crouched down and looked seriously at his five-year-old son. "Carter, remember this. Your mother will only ever be Winona. It won't be anyone else. I won't divorce her either. You need to know that after a divorce, your mother won't live with us anymore. Do you really wish to never see your mother again?" Carter had not understood that after a divorce, he might never see his mother again. Hearing Asher put it this way, he immediately grew anxious. His small voice trembled with fear. "No, I don't want to never see Mom again."

“Emily seems close to your family.” He looked up from his cup. “She is.” “She’s a family friend,” he said. “Our parents have known each other for years.” “Were you always close?” “No.” He shook his head slightly. “Not really.” I looked up at that. “I actually only started seeing her again… about a month after the divorce.” The word landed between us. Divorce. I kept my expression neutral. “Oh.” “She came back from abroad around that time,” he continued. “Our families reconnected. Dinners. Events. The usual.”

And in the end, he hurt me more with what he didn’t do than with what he did. The phone buzzes again, another call. I ignore it. I don’t want to hear his voice. Not now. Maybe never. But the fact is, I’ll still have to see him until the divorce papers are finalized. I get up and walk to the window. The city lights spread out like artificial constellations. It’s all so different from the mansion—no suffocating routine that forced me to wear masks all the time. A weight slips off my shoulders.