Romance Novels After Divorce Novels & Stories

Candace refuted impassively: "I'm not as good as you. You can play both the role of the mistress and the noble hostess of the Flaming family." Hearing her words, Fanny looked at her. She was susceptible to being called mistress because she had in fact been Robert's mistress before. And she had sabotaged Robert and his previous wife, then became the hostess of the Flaming family. Hearing Candace, Robert froze, and remembered his previous wife, who had committed suicide because of his betrayal. At that moment, Ruby came out of her room. She was wearing an exquisite and fine dress, she looked like a pure and noble lady.

Discounting the last time he had snuck into her bed while she slept, this was the first time they had shared the same bed after their divorce. After the divorce, Liana thought it would be the end of their relationship... Who knew that in the last few months, their interactions would be so constant. Lying in the dark, Liana let her mind wander, if she hadn't stumbled upon him and Betina a few months ago, she wondered what her life would be like, she wouldn't have recovered her memory and he would have nothing to do with her....

Although, after what Ronin had put her through—all the sweet torture that had her body writhing beneath him—she was rather sure the evidence of the previous night still oozed from inside her. The thought of him thrusting into her made her face burn with hot awkwardness, especially when she could still taste the heavy scent of sex in the air. Carmen whipped her gaze back to the ceiling, trying to calm down the sudden spike in her heartbeat. She couldn’t help but scoff at their fate. At the time when they were married and had every chance to be a happy couple, they couldn’t even bring themselves to exist in the same room. And now, when there was nothing to hold them together—when they had brok

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.

“I’ll take your support however I can get it.” Margaret’s smile softened, her gaze drifting toward the fireplace for a moment as if choosing her words carefully. “Isa… I’ll be honest with you,” she said quietly, almost as if speaking to herself before speaking to me. “This divorce… it hasn’t been easy for me either. I… I’ve watched Gabriel and you drift apart, and I can’t help but feel a little… saddened by it.” I shifted slightly, unsure how to respond, sensing the gravity behind her words.

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."

"I thought you should know that your daughter has abandoned her marriage vows, taken a child away from his father, and is now—well, I'll let you draw your own conclusions about her relationship with her new employer." The silence on the other end of the line was thick with unspoken judgment. "She divorced you," Robert repeated slowly. "Abandoned her marriage." "Without warning. Without attempting counseling or reconciliation. She simply decided she was done and left." Thomas injected just the right amount of wounded dignity into his voice. "I tried to make our marriage work despite—well, despite everything. But apparently my efforts weren't enough." "She was never grateful," Robert muttered,

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Arianne did not realize that she sounded like a child showing off, but Tiffany could clearly see it. “Oh, oh, oh, look at you! And you were just telling me that you want a divorce, how you can’t stand him anymore… You’re so lovey-dovey now, aren’t you? I think a divorce is impossible after you’ve spent so many years with him. There’s still familial love even without romantic love. I really envy you guys for stepping right into familial love, passing the romance. No matter how bad things get, you’ll reconcile in a blink of an eye. Other people break up so easily and get a divorce with just a snap of fingers.”

she said. Grace was... I had no words to describe her; she had already been through two divorces, both as a result of her fleeting infatuation. The first time she got married was at twenty, and she divorced after eight months because she didn't like how the guy chewed. Her other divorce happened a year ago, and the same thing happened again; she married the man deeply in love, literally, her wedding was like a fairy tale, but within a year she discovered they weren't compatible, so she divorced. "At least I know I'll get a good chunk of money from that future divorce," I told her.