Starting With A Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

“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.

Valerian whispered before leaving the bathroom. It all started with a divorce, then chaos… and somehow, it led to everything I never knew I wanted. END

When my grandma gave me a copy, I kept it at this apartment so I wouldn't take a look at the mistake I brought upon myself. Unfortunately, I had been using Vilmorre homes more recently because of its proximity to the company and now seeing this, stirred something in me. Elise, the woman I married and wanted to divorce, suddenly showed up to make this marriage work. But the truth is, I was uninterested. If I ever wanted to give love a chance, I would never go for someone who was owned by another man. My hand reached for the envelope. Then my phone rang. I moved away from the shelf, to the middle of the sitting area and took my phone.

The mansion looms behind me, huge and cold and suddenly not mine at all. I don’t look back insted I pull my phone out with shaking hands and open my messages. Maya. My best friend. Or at least I thought she was. My fingers hover over the screen for a second before I type. He asked me for a divorce. Tonight. I don’t know what happened. I’m leaving. The message sends. Three little dots appear almost immediately. My chest tightens with a tiny spark of hope. Her reply comes fast. You deserve it you are a whore.

The sea breeze was relaxing as well as hearing my son’s giggles as Drake continued teaching him how to swim. I looked for the bookmark on the book, scanned a few pages, and was able to locate it. This was a romance novel that I had not read for almost seven years. After I got married, all my books were forgotten as I focused my attention on my husband. After the divorce, I sold everything that reminded me of my ex-husband, including his car, house, and lot, leaving nothing but my books, which I kept with me. It was a long and painful process, but it was worth it in the end. Until he returned. I was back to square one in handling my emotions and feelings.

No way… I wouldn’t allow you to have your fun. That being said, I grabbed the divorce papers and meticulously ripped them to shreds, one by one. Leaving no letter behind. Divorce? You think I would let you marry another man? No way in hell, Summer. You would carry my lastname until we both die! [Note: Thank you again, guys! Don’t forget to comment on the MAIN COMMENT SECTION OF THE BOOK to boost its popularity! It would mean a lot to me!]

Our story. A story of survival. I set down the wine glass and opened the laptop. The document with my scattered chapters fills the screen. I close it and open a new one. My fingers hover over the keyboard. Then I type: THE DIVORCE CLAUSE The title feels right. Perfect, even. A story about contracts and clauses and the fine print of marriage. About what happens when you sign away your life and then fight to get it back. Daniel reads over my shoulder. "The Divorce Clause. I like it."