Sasha Banks Divorce Novels & Stories

But now, she didn't even feel a sting. "Well, if that's the case, I hope you two will follow that path to the end. However, I don't see that happening, so watch your makeup when you cry." Liana shrugged and said with a smile. "You were the one who got dumped, right? That happened three years ago!" Betina let out a laugh. "Listen to me, I filed for divorce, so I broke up with him." With that, Liana turned to leave. She didn't want to waste any more time with this group of people. After all, the show was about to start.

“Of course not, my dear, I just need a little bit of time to sort things out. Emily and I lived together for three years, you know that. I won’t let her suffer public criticism because of me…even if we are divorced.” Nancy loved me entirely, I knew that, but I still couldn’t let any harm come to Emily if it was caused by me. Our prenuptial agreement stated that our marriage was confidential — insisted by my side of the family — but that also meant the online rumors and accusations were groundless and completely false! I need to make amends. Dialing my assistant, I instructed John to issue a statement on my behalf. “Yup, that’s right, and please make it dead-clear that there was never any ina

Sage spat and hung up the phone. Mulling it over, she texted Shane. "How's your father doing? Are you still in Northeria?" He called within seconds. As soon as she answered the phone, Shane asked, "Where are you? Did Ian lock you up?" Sage chuckled as she heard his uncharacteristically solemn tone. "I just left the court a while ago. Ian and I are now divorced." Shane was taken aback. He hadn't expected her to get a divorce so smoothly.

"Elena? Do you know what time it is?" "Yes," I say. "I need you to draft divorce papers." That wakes him up fully. He studies my face like he's searching for cracks. "Are you sure you don't want to—" "I'm sure." Something in my tone convinces him. He steps aside. "Come in." The hours that follow move with a strange, deliberate rhythm. Paperwork spreads across the table. Pens click open and closed. Questions asked, answered, clarified. "Assets will need to be carefully outlined," he says, flipping through a document. "Given the scale of Cross Enterprises—"

"Because of him, my wife filed for divorce." Lydia's brow furrowed. What was the connection? "They were having an affair and my wife filed for divorce. It was a while ago, but still. Especially since he refused to finance my company a month ago." Okay. Lydia could understand a little about the wife of the man in front of her. But the refusal to finance? That didn't make any sense to Lydia. If what the man in front of her was offering was not profitable, who would want to fund it?

"I know exactly what a divorce feels like." Vanessa studied me, her smile faltering slightly. “Do you still have feelings for your ex-husband?” she asked softly. I avoided her gaze, focusing on the recipe book sitting on the desk between us. “I don’t really want to talk about it.” Vanessa raised her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. No pressure. I get it. Moving on, though…” She leaned in, her eyes glinting with curiosity. “Have you seen someone you like? You know, maybe someone like Finn Rowan? From what I saw on the blogs, you two seem…close.”

She would never miss any opportunities to cause trouble for Jessamine. "Tell me, Jessamine Patton, when will you divorce Ted? There's no point staying in the marriage. You've seen it yourself. Ted only loves Amy. "They've been in a relationship and even slept together. They have a lifelong bond. They even have a kid now. How long are you going to be a homewrecker?" Jessamine stopped walking. Did Sasha just call her a homewrecker? Her words struck a nerve in Jessamine. "Sasha, is there something wrong with your fucking head?"

his brows rode up his hairline, "I'm talking about US dollars. If you can't meet my condition, don't even think about bringing up divorce ever again." My jaw dropped as I gaped at him. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How petty could he be? "But Mark, that's absurd! You know I can't afford to give you that kind of money. You don't even need it. Your weekly revenue is way more than that." How did he expect me to come by that huge amount of money if he didn't know that I co owned Luxe and Atelier? He folded his arms across his chest, unmoved by my protests. "That's not my problem, Sydney. You wanted the divorce, now you have to deal with the consequence that is a million dollars."

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’