Regrets After Divorce

For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder. She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year. That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years. But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce." She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence. I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."

“Just...I have one question before this,” I pretend to not see his hurtful look, keeping my eyes on his chest, “...Please.” Would it change anything if I’m pregnant? I want to ask, I don’t know how. Taking a deep breath, I look up, just to catch him rolling his eyes with a sigh: “I don’t have time for your games, Scar.” Home? I laugh bitterly. We don’t have a home anymore, Sebastian. I built one for us, and you broke it.

Sa loob ng pitong taon ng kanilang pagsasama, nananatili si Benedict na malamig sa kaniyang asawa habang si Mikaela naman ay patuloy pa rin sa pagsisilbi rito bilang isang mabuting asawa. Umaasa kasi siyang isang araw ay matututunan din siyang mahalin ni Benedict ngunit hindi niya inakala na ang pagmamahal nito at pag-aalaga ay ibubuhos lang din pala nito sa ibang babae. Gayunpaman nanatili siyang matatag sa kanilang pagsasama. Hanggang sa araw ng kaniyang kaarawan, lumipad siya mula Pilipinas patungong Amerika upang makasama ang kaniyang mag-ama ngunit sinama ni Benedict ang kanilang anak upang makasama ang babae nito habang siya ay naiwan nag-iisa sa apat na sulok ng kaniyang silid. Pagod na siya kaya nagpasya na siyang isuko ang lahat lalo na sa tuwing nakikita niya ang kaniyang anak na mas gusto at mas masaya pa ang babaeng iyon na maging ina nito kaysa sa kaniya na tunay nitong ina. Masakit para kay Mikaela ang lahat ng iyon kaya naman nagpasya na siyang ibigay ang divorce agreement kay Benedict kasama ang kostodiya at bumalik ng Pilipinas nang walang paalam. Mula noon, hindi na pinansin ni Mikaela ang kaniyang mag-ama habang hinihintay na lang ang divorce certificate nilang mag-asawa. Iniwan niya ang kaniyang pamilya at muling itinaguyod ang kaniyang career. Siya na noon ay inaalipusta ng lahat ay nagawa nang kumita ngayon ng bilyon. Sa kabilang banda, sa tagal ng kaniyang paghihintay, bigo siyang makuha ang divorce certificate na hinihintay niya gayundin ang taong matagal siyang iniwasan at ayaw na ayaw umuwi ng Pilipinas ay madalas niyang nakikitang umuuwi sa piling niya. Bukod pa roon bigla itong nagbago at mas naging malapit sa kaniya. Nang malaman nito na nakikipaghiwalay na siya, kinorner siya ng dating tahimik at walang pakialam na asawa at sinabi, "Divorce? impossible."

In her six years of marriage, Sydney Raines slowly lost herself, becoming more like a nanny. What made her finally come to her senses was the man’s words. “Lyra is coming back. You have to move out tomorrow.”“Fine, let’s get a divorce.” Then, Sydney turned around and left.When they met again, she was in the arms of another man.Julien Flint’s expression was terrifyingly dark.“We just got a divorce, and you’ve found yourself another man?”Her smile was as beautiful as the flower. “That’s my business, Mr. Flint. I don’t think it has anything to do with you.”

Mariés depuis quatre ans, Louis, qui ne poste jamais rien sur Instagram, a soudain publié une story ce matin : « Une petite chatte trop gourmande. » La photo montrait une fille avec un serre-tête rose aux oreilles de chat, le visage rougi par le piquant de la fondue, tirant la langue. C'était Yukki, la nouvelle streameuse de son entreprise. En moins d'une minute, un des nos amis communs a commenté : « Mec, t'as oublié de changer de compte ! » Alors, cette publication a disparu comme par magie, mais on l'a vite retrouvée sur la page Instagram de Yukki. Peu après, l'appel de Louis est arrivé. Avant, j'aurais déjà pris une capture d'écran, et appelé direct pour lui demander des explications — et bien sûr, fini en dispute impossible à calmer. Mais cette fois, je suis restée là , à attendre que l'appel coupe de lui-même.

In my parents' hearts, there was always a "perfect son" who died too soon. I was just his flawed substitute, while my younger brother was their new hope. They pretended to be poor for 20 years, secretly funneling all their resources to him. While I was in the final stages of stomach cancer, writhing in pain, they were spending millions of dollars to build him a state-of-the-art study room. When the doctor told me to notify my family about hospital bills, I felt helpless, thinking they were just ordinary, broke workers. When my mom finally showed up at the hospital, she grabbed my hand, not out of concern. "Neville is under so much stress with his college entrance exams. Can you not die right now? He can't take it." My dad stood by, wearing a stern expression. "David was way more sensible than you."

Murder. That’s what the world called it. To him, it was mundane. My husband didn’t even blink while stabbing me twenty-seven times… Not even when he knew I was thirteen weeks pregnant with his child. I died. But fate is cruel. Crueler than him......Because it gave me another chance - a chance not to escape, but to finish the game. This time, I didn’t run. This time, I chose violence. I walked toward the man who would murder me in five years, looked straight into his pretentious eyes, and smiled. “Nicolas… let’s get married.” A smirk curled on my lips. Devil? He didn’t create one. He created me: Anna Fvcking Devile.

A year into our marriage, Timothy Grant suddenly turns abstinent. He builds a private chapel in the villa and always carries a rosary with him. No matter how I tease or tempt him, he stays cold and distant. My seduction attempts don't move him. One night, I stand outside the bathroom door and watch as he releases himself to a photo of another woman. So, Timothy isn't heartless. His heart just doesn't beat for me. I trick him into signing the divorce papers and vanish from his world completely. And yet, I later hear that he is going mad searching for me! The next time we meet is at his uncle's wedding. I wear a white wedding gown, and he looks at me with tear-filled eyes. He just can't bring himself to think of me as his aunt!

Hanggang saan ang kakayanin mong tiisin? Kung paulit-ulit na pinapamukha sayo ng taong mahal mo na isa kang babaing walang dignidad? Na babaing tinikman ng lahat ng lalaki? Kaya mo bang tiisin ang pagmamahal sa taong hindi kana kayang mahalin dahil lang sa isang pagkakamali?

MISERABLE WIVES CLUB SERIES #1: Bigla na lang nag-aya ng divorce si Kaia kay Bastian noong panahong naghihirap siya. Ang dahilan nito? Mahirap si Bastian at may minamahal nang ibang lalaki si Kaia. Galit ang namuo sa puso ni Bastian sa pagiging walang puso ng babaeng minamahal at pinangakong gaganti siya rito sa hinaharap. Makalipas ang limang taon, nagkrus muli ang landas nila. Si Bastian, bilang isang matagumpay na CEO ng AA World Group of Companies habang si Kaia, mula sa pagiging anak mayaman ay nahulog sa pedestal at nauwi sa pagiging waitress na lang sa isang nightclub. Ginawa ni Bastian ang lahat ng pinangako niya sa sarili, mahal man si Kaia, mas matindi ang galit niya rito. “Kaye, we can't go back to the past. My hatred for you won't stop even if you die.” Ngunit nang maubos si Kaia sa lahat ng pananakit ni Bastian sa kanya at nawalan ito ng hininga, doon napagtanto ni Bastian na mas malalim pala ang pagmamahal niya sa asawa kaysa sa galit niya at mas matimbang ang pagsisisi kaysa sa kamatayan. “Kaye, matagal na kitang pinatawad dahil ang pagmamahal ko sa ‘yo, parang hininga. Hindi matitigil. Ako dapat ang nawala… kapag namatay ba ako, maibabalik ko ba ang buhay mo?”