Sasha Banks Divorce Novels & Stories

"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.

“He asked for a divorce.” There was a brief pause on the line, not long enough to be concerned, but long enough to feel measured. “Oh dear,” she replied at last, still composed, still calm. Too calm. “Slow down, Eva. Take a breath and tell me what happened.” I dragged in air that barely helped, and then the words came rushing out, messy and raw. “He doesn’t want me anymore,” I sobbed. “He said it’s over like it was nothing. Like we meant nothing. He told me to just focus on Ronan, like that’s all I’m good for now. Like I’m not even his wife.”

I said. Salvatore's eyebrows rose. Just slightly. "Excuse me?" "I'm divorced from Brock. I have papers. Legal papers that say I'm not his wife anymore. I'm not responsible for his debts." I kept my voice steady. Strong. "But Tatiana Black and Valerie Hamilton are different." "How so?"

"They’re up." I looked at my watch. 12:00 AM. The court-mandated cohabitation period was officially over. The divorce was final. We were no longer bound by law. I looked back at my father. "You think the money is what makes us, Papa?" I asked, my finger tightening on the trigger. "The money is just the fabric. I’m the one who knows how to sew." I fired. Not at my father. I fired at the main power coupling for the server room.

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay.

As I hugged her tight to me, feeling her little arms wound around my neck; for the umpteenth time, I was glad that I decided to keep the pregnancy. The news of my pregnancy had, innitially, left me devastated. Normally, I would not have hesitated to run to Aiden and excitedly tell him that we were going to have a child together but then, I had just broke up with him. And with the discovery that caused our breakup, he probably was not ready to get tied down fathering a child.

Ah there it was the whole reason why they kept in contact with me during my marriage with Jacob it was only for the money, after our mother left they used me in anyway they could if its going to bring them cash, looking down on the table choosing my words carefully “ I have no money, Jacob and I are divorced “ I could see the minute that my words register in his brain, one minute he was standing behind the isles the next he was in front of me with his hand wrap around my next, squeezing the life out of me. I don't know if it was the alcohol that made me numb but for whatever reason I didn't fight him, I let him get it out of his system “ You B*tch, why? Would you be divorced, uh” I couldn't

"What? You said you're not talking to her again. That this divorce meant something!" "Of course! I am not talking to her, haven't since our divorce. Honey, she almost killed our baby. Why would I give her money or even speak to her again?" Jaxon said in defense. "Then how else is she able to manage in that rich town?" Savanah pressed on.

“But I thought it was about time we talk about it. So when Elon gets better, and we divorce… everything will be—” “You thought you’ll be able to start with a clean slate if you apologize now?” I asked, breathless. “Eleanor..” He heaved a deep breath. “We’re eventually going to go our separate ways, and it would be better if we could move forward without this issue holding us back.” I wanted to scoffed. Goddamn, if the pain inside me wasn’t stronger than hatred, disappointment, rage and everything else— I definitely would have mop the fact that I wouldn’t move on just because he apologized to me on his face.

It was him they talked about and the person who cheated, was that supposed to be me? Oh my god! Was that what they believed? My brows furrier in disgust as I listened to their endless rambling. “Some say he walked in on her with two men!” “No, I think it was the driver,” someone else from another corner said. “My mom is close to Beta Logan's mother, so she knows all about them. His ex-wife cheated with his driver!” “How shameless!” “What a waste to womanhood!” “Did you also hear that she was barren?”