Sasha Banks Divorce Novels & Stories

“Lisa’s got stitches. She’s scared out of her mind. You think a chat’s gonna fix this? You lied to her, kept your marriage a secret, and now your wife’s sending thugs. You’ve got no right to play it cool.” He flinched, his hands clenching on the table, his voice low and raw. “You think I don’t know I screwed up? I fucking love Lisa, Jace. I never meant for this to happen. I was going to tell her about Hana, but it’s not that simple and you know damn well!” “I’m trying to get out, to divorce her, but it’s like pulling teeth with a dragon.” I raised an eyebrow..“How’s that going? The divorce?”

Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she slowly turned in a circle, absorbing the space around her. Just a few hours ago she had been standing in a ballroom filled with hundreds of people, smiling guests, glittering gowns, and expensive champagne. Her ex-husband had stood across from her. Victor Hale. One of the city’s most respected businessmen. After five years of a marriage of convenience together, he had handed her divorce papers. In front of everyone. Aurora exhaled slowly. The memory still felt unreal. She had signed the documents calmly, refusing to give Victor the satisfaction of watching her fall apart.

Sasha scampered over, climbing onto the seat and immediately launching into a monologue about Sparkle the pony plush. Sebastian and Camille listened as though she were unveiling the secrets of the universe. I ate quietly, content to watch them. The sight of Sasha nestled between them, her hands waving as she talked, tugged at something deep in my chest. A piece of me still raw, still healing, but grateful. When Sasha paused to drink her juice, Sebastian finally leaned back, his expression shifting. “By the way,” he said, his gaze flicking to me, “Meredith’s divorce finalized this morning.”

Synopsis: "I can give you what you want but in my condition, people are going to talk and you know how I value my reputation. But let me give you a proposition, the doctor said I will be able to walk again in three months time. Come home with me and stay, and after three months, I will sign the divorce papers." Hearing that from her supposed husband, Sasha Brown or rather Sasha White had no choice but to agree. Being married to the handsome billionaire Michael Brown, Sasha for one is very happy for she has been in love with him since high school. Unfortunately, marriage with him was not as she dreamt it will be and now she wants nothing more but to get out of it.

The sly bastard wasn’t going to let me go easily. “Sure you can leave just immediately after you tell me about this contract,” he said, locking the door behind him. There are two options, I could stall him out, but in the end, I would be the one to grow impatient. Or I could tell him the selected few bits and that would pacify him for a moment. The latter sounded more doable. I wasn’t in the right headspace to argue with him. Was I really in love with Sasha? “After the divorce, Sasha needed some help and we thought that….” I didn’t have to complete the words, he could fill in the blank spaces easily.

Clearly, whatever her sister had told her was bothering her on the inside. “Tatiana and her husband might be getting a divorce,” Sasha finally said, scrapping her fork on her plate. “They’d known each other since high school and have been through so much together. They were my last hope of true love after my relationship.” She shook her head, still looking down in her almost full plate. “I just don’t understand how something that has been sold to us as the most beautiful thing in the world turned out to be the biggest lie ever told.” She exhaled. “It’s such a childish thing to be upset about. Yet…”

she leaned closer to him, "As long as you and I keeps fucking each other, that's enough for me Bryan. Do you think I came here to destroy what you both built? Definitely no way. I came here for another reason, so be rest assured that I won't do something stupid." "I can't trust you. Not when you're close to my wife." "And how the hell is she your wife, huh? Remember, you both were divorced and you still haven't married her again." "Whatever Taylor and I are shouldn't be any business of you. Just get the hell out of here Sasha." Sasha heaved deeply. "Bryan." She called his name and tucked her hand into her pocket to bring out a paper. "Here, see for yourself. This is why I'm here."

he said in a low and serious tone. I gave a brief nod and motioned for him to keep talking. Donovan started by saying, "Sarah and I... our marriage is not genuine. We've been doing things separately for months, but we haven't announced it to the public yet. I mean I haven't announced it yet." "Does she know you both are getting a divorce?" I questioned, recalling how he had suddenly divorced me without any heads up. I guess he too remembered because then he itched the back of his head.

Kent listened in silence, looking uncertain. Pinel's gaze fell on him again, and he knew it was time to answer. Kent met his gaze. “She and I are not getting a divorce.” He knew that Pignell's urge to divorce him and Miriam had nothing to do with Carey. As soon as he spoke, Pinel's face changed. He scolded sternly: “Asshole!” "Are you trying to ruin the Harris family's reputation?" "I don't mean that."

“Then we can dig further. Right now, she is meant to be working at her company, but she is working from home, and attending virtual meetings. She is also back with a man who never loved her and staying in his room? Why? Have you not thought of it? Everything is so weird.” “Their marriage or relationship together will benefit them, and I am sure they both know it, so that is why they are probably back together despite getting a divorce. The rich are crazy, you know, and would do absurd things if it meant getting richer,” Ivy defended strongly, even if she didn't understand whatever Zoe and her brother were doing, “Thinking too far about it is quite a hassle.” “I think something is fishy, Ivy.