Relentless Pursuit After Divorce Novels & Stories

However, before he drove away, as if he found my heart unwounded enough he uttered words that would forever haunt my dreams, "My lawyer will bring the divorce paper for you!" No, he cannot leave me! I panicked. Fear attacked my chest. "No! Martin! Tell me what you do not want about me- I will change it for you! I-I am just being jealous. I-I will not believe those gossiping people again. I understand they are just creating rumors! Just please do not leave me! I will not pester her anymore! I do not want to divorce you! Don’t leave, hear me out!" I screamed as I run with my bare foot slamming on the ground just to chase after him. However, I only saw his car pulling further and further away f

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’

To help Melanie boost her numbers, Matthew spread rumors that I'd slept with multiple men and had seven miscarriages. The endless online abuse that followed drove me into depression. When I couldn't take it anymore, I told Matthew I wanted a divorce. He chucked the divorce agreement on the floor, leaned back in his chair, and frowned. "It's just news. Once the scandal dies down, who's even going to remember you? Besides, you're still Mrs. Glover. No one's going to mess with you."

He continued, "Marisol, there's a limit to how jealous you can act. Keep this up, and you won't be Mrs. Muller anymore. Take your little stunt and get out!" Lucian flung the divorce papers from the desk, and they landed right in her face. He was convinced that Marisol still loved him—that this whole divorce thing was just another ploy to compete for his attention. To him, it was just a pathetic little performance. Marisol stared at the face she had once been hopelessly drawn to, but all she felt now was lingering hatred and a wave of exhaustion. It was the kind of soul-deep weariness that came from screaming into a void.

He refused to. Priscilla sighed in frustration. She knew how stubborn the Armani men could be. She knew trying to fast track the divorce would be difficult but she was determined to see it done, come what may. She needed to get Diana out of his life and if she had to play super dirty to get it done, then so be it. "It seems we are at an impasse," Priscilla said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Yet she was not ready to give up.

"I know I've been wrong. But I can’t let you leave. I want to fix everything, Van." But Vania said nothing. She simply turned and left the room without a word. From that night onward, Devandra truly changed. He no longer mentioned divorce—even when Vania repeatedly pressed him to finalize the legal documents. Every time she asked, his answer remained the same: "I'm busy." One day passed. Two days. Three days. Vania began to feel deceived. It wasn’t just disappointment—she was disgusted with Devandra’s constant procrastination regarding the divorce. That afternoon, when Devandra returned from the office, Vania was sitting casually in the dining room with a cup of tea in her hand. A cynical sm

“Even after we divorced, you still looked out for me, and I appreciate that. but I it’s time you moved on. There is no longer Olivia and Nick Jone anymore.” I paused letting my words hang in the air. “Our chapter ended a long time ago, it’s time for you to let go now, Nick. You and I will never go back to what we were. It’s time for a new chapter in your life as well.” I stood and went to stand by the rail then turned to look at him. He looked hurt by my words, I didn’t know what he was expecting, we had been divorced for a couple of years now and I got married again. Did he think there was still a chance of us getting back together?

Lizzy held his clenched hands. Clayton checked his emotions and sorted out his mind. "No, I'm not. Go home and I'll pick you up tonight," Clayton abruptly stood up and walked into the bathroom. With gritted teeth and hands closed into a tight ball, Lizzy's eyes followed Clayton's figure entering the bathroom. "Ensuing, his divorce with that woman he became colder." She muttered to herself. She has to find that woman and make sure that she perpetually disappears and had no chance to reappear in their lives.

And it breaks my heart to see the hope shining in his eyes. Elio runs his hands down my back and pulls me back to him. He spreads my legs enough so I'm kneeling on the couch right before him. Then he puts his hands on my cheeks and comes to press our foreheads together. "What more do I have to do to make you stay?" I frown slightly. I try to pull my head back, but Elio holds my neck firmly. "Sign the divorce papers." Elio lets out a sigh. "I refuse. You are mine. You agreed to be mine. You can't abandon me again. Especially not today. I can leave you your apartment, your business, amore mio. But I will never let you leave me again."

*This whole time. Not just a husband who drifted. Not just a mother in law who never liked me. Two people. Working together. Having conversations I was never part of. Looking at my marriage from the outside and deciding it was already finished before I even knew it was in trouble. I thought about the hotel. Room 032. Sandra's face in the dark. That smile. I thought about every business trip. Every late night. Every distracted dinner where he looked straight through me. How many of those had Margaret known about?