Please Divorce Me Novels & Stories

A tantrum. Something I would grow out of. For a second, I didn’t speak. Because everything felt too close to the surface. Then I exhaled. “I’m not joking, Brandon.” No response. So I kept going. “I’m not angry. I’m not trying to prove a point.” My voice softened slightly. “I’m just… done.” That landed differently. I saw it. Even if he didn’t say anything. “I want the divorce.” The room went quiet. Not tense. Just… still.

It was from the Government of Civil Affairs, confirming the dissolution of his marriage. Dear Mr. Hideous, We are writing to inform you that your divorce from Mrs. Lilia Serano Montenegro has been approved. As of this moment, you are no longer legally bound as husband and wife. Sincerely, Government of Civil Affairs Reading the message, Hideous felt a strange mix of emotions wash over him—relief, sadness, and a glimmer of hope for the future. With a resigned sigh, he tucked his phone away, knowing that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in his life.

He squeezed my hand gently on the table, flashing that smile of his, making my heart stutter even now. I scoffed in disbelief, gently pulling my hand away. "Noah, you do know that no matter how many dates you fix, no matter how many things you buy for me to try to make up for all those years, no matter how many romantic gestures you pull, it doesn’t change my mind about the divorce. You know that, right?" My voice was firm, cutting through the romantic haze like a sharp blade.

"We don't have to get divorced! I don't want to live without you! Life without you fùcking sucks! Please forgive me! Please take me back! I love you! I love you so much it fùcking hurts! Let's stop this nonsense and get back together! Please! Damien? Please say something!" There's nothing I hate more than the fact that we are getting divorced. Every day I wake up and it feels like I'm living in my worst nightmare over and over again. Life without Dani fùcking sucks! I wish I could forgive her. I wish I could take her back! I still love her! I love her so much it fùcking hurts! I wish we could stop this nonsense and get back together with her.

I have no time for your sad stories… Respond to the divorce decree and make this much easier for yourself. I will never give you to that bitch..

I managed to get here, but the god who answered me just left like that. What if I were a thief, huh? Kicking nonexistent stones, I walked around the sanctuary looking for another god; hopefully, this one would be helpful. I felt like I had been searching for hours, and I was past my breaking point, clutching my stomach and taking a deep breath in. "MIALL!" I screamed into the might-as-well-be empty sanctuary. "If you don't get your ass out here now, I'm divorcing you!" How do I divorce a deceased person?

Must you destroy everything before you're finally happy with yourself? The immense pain in my cheek turned numb. I slowly raised my head and looked at him. All my feelings for him were completely dead. Even the last embers had long been scattered by the storm. Amidst the whispers, I endured the throbbing pain in my face and pulled the divorce papers from my bag. My voice was hoarse as I said, "I don't want the title of 'Mrs. Geyser' anymore, nor any of those things you said you gave me, Solomon Geyser. Let's get divorced."

“Enough.” “You don’t understand, Angel.” He continued to ramble, more for his sake than for mine. “I know, I haven’t been very attentive lately, and yes I messed up with the Florida trip, but we love one another and we can make things right again between us, Ari. I know …” “I want a divorce, Misha.” He chokes on his next words. “You want what?” “A divorce,” I say again. “I’m done.” Misha shook his head as a slow smirk spread across his face.

Peter’s head snapped toward me, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “You’re what?” he growled. I lifted my head... “I’m done being your scapegoat, Cerene.” The silence was deafening. Peter stared at me like he was seeing a stranger. For the first time, something like genuine surprise cracked that ice cold mask of his. I didn’t stop there. This was my chance. “And I want a divorce, Peter,” I said firmly, stepping further back from him. “Right now. Today. I’ll have the papers drawn up and served. You can keep your precious Cerene and whatever twisted game you two are playing. I’m done.”

"Leave my sight and don’t show up again." Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to keep calm, my voice steady as I delivered the final blow. "I’m going to divorce him. If you want him, you can have him."