Rising To The Top After Divorce Novels & Stories

“Oh, come on. You’ve wanted to get rid of her for years. Just sign the damn papers and be done with it.” I felt my breath hitch. For years? I looked at Ethan, desperation clawing at my throat. “Is that true?” My voice was barely a whisper. He didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.” That was the final blow. I swallowed the lump in my throat. My hands trembled as I gripped the divorce papers. I didn’t want to sign them. I didn’t want to give up everything I had worked for in this home. But what choice did I have? “You're pathetic. No one wants you,” Sienna spat.

He had an ulterior motive and now his motives were playing before my very eyes. He was back to ruin me! He couldn't handle the fact that I was able to grow after our divorce. He must have thought that I would have remained miserable to the very end! All of a sudden, I was soon snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Betty's high-pitched voice as her face held nothing but confusion. Then she scoffed. "The audacity of this bitch...." Jones let out a groan as he instantly answered a phone call. "Isn't there a way that someone could get a hold of this lady? She is causing more damage and I am fucking sick of it"

CHAPTER ONE. “Divorce?” Imani was shocked. Her hands were trembling as she stared down at the divorce paper with her. Luke rolled his eyes, “Yes. I'm divorcing you! I hate your face! Everything about you!” He added and Imani bat back her tears. “Is this your own way of sorting things out after you cheated? You are having an affair with another woman and you bring this?” Imani snapped, her shaky voice getting the best of her.

Charlotte asked, overwhelmed by the support she was getting, and she cried. “Of course, you are our family.” “I will be rooting for you.” “This is your time to rise from being the housewife of Milton to the president of one of the largest companies.” They were right. Her fist tightened. They were right—she had divorced him, and there was no reason to be a pushover anymore. Being a pushover hadn’t given her anything in the first place. Now she wasn’t going to throw away the chance of becoming a new version of herself.

Not after losing almost everything , my marriage, my home… and nearly myself. Everyone thought getting yourself back after a divorce was quick and sudden, but that shit only happened in TV shows and not in reality. It was hard taking yourself back up when your whole life had been controlled by your husband's money. Everything was taken away from me and even if he hadn't asked, I wouldn't keep any of his things in my life.

" I said seriously, my eyes locking with hers. For a moment, staring into those wild eyes gnawed at my heart, forcing memories of our divorce. I had wronged her. I had unjustly abandoned my wife and it's up to me to make things right. Luckily for us, the world hasn't had a whiff of our divorce. We both kept a low profile after we separated. I had a business to take care of, one that needed urgent attention and my mom was terribly sick, I couldn't go after Louisa. Everything was crashing after I divorced her – maybe she was my good luck charm. It took me years of determination to save the family's company. Now that's over, I need to get who completes me. Louisa's laughter was a siren's call,

Natalie looked at him, smiled slightly: "Why are you apologizing? Is it because Lily set me up, or is it because you also doubt me?" Morgan Samuel frowned: "I don't doubt you at all." "Samuel, you weren't such a person who thought about things so much before. What, you said you didn't doubt me after I cleared my name?" "Natalie, do you need to talk to me like that?" "Is there any other relationship between us?" Natalie looked at him. "As far as I know, after the divorce, both husband and wife are free people." Zoe directly hugged Natalie's neck, "You are a person of the times anyway, Morgan Samuel, don't follow your ex-wife like that. It's a disgrace."

She had imagined this moment, she thought she would break, drained by the end of her marriage, but surprisingly, not a single drop of fear came out. Instead, she felt some odd sense of relief. The three years of being under Hawthorne's control, trying to please them and working hard to fit in their status are over. She was now free to build her future. Sophia stood up, exiting the office. The sun was rising behind the city skyline, casting long shadows on the streets. She felt small, useless and insignificant. A woman without a marriage, a divorcee with no career. All she had was mounting responsibilities. Her mother was still counting on her to get money from Marcus for her surgery. Little

Madison asked as she looked at Irene, who was still lying unconscious on the bed. "She's fine. She'll be discharged in a few days. She just needs to get some rest after." "That's good to hear." After a pause, Madison said, "I heard you're divorcing Roxy?" "That's right." "I've always said that a marriage where the woman is more successful than the man will never last. Back then, you insisted on marrying her and devoting yourself to her. Well, look at what happened now. You've lost both her and your fortune. She and her entire family are all rotten to the core!"

Leonel straightened his back. "They crumble, disintegrate, and struggle to rise again even though men benefit more from divorces. For example, in cases of infidelity, they can return to the arms of their affairs. If it's domestic violence, they just find a new victim. Not their ex-wife anymore." "Are you trying to scare me, Chris?" Leonel asked, his mouth agape. Where did Chris's earlier words come from? In the distance, Chris laughed. "I'm only stating the facts, Leonel. As for you, I'm sure that you're already begging Chloe to come back not even a month after your divorce is legally finalized. Oh, you're doing that now, aren't you?"