Starting With A Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

She’d apparently done so to keep herself awake so that she could spend time with me or else if she hadn’t taken the caffeine after her long drive, she would have slept off; leaving me all to myself. Now that I think about it, it seemed like this divorce was for the best—although it’d happened in a ugly way—but I see now that our marriage had been doing more harm than good to Ciara. “Here’s your order” The bartender said placing my drink Infront of it; which I immediately gulped down. “Another” I said as the action went on repeat twice or thrice before a lady in red glistening gown plunged down to the seat beside me and whispered into my ears.

6 Alex. The first thing everyone tells you about divorce is that it comes with relief, as if someone finally cuts you loose from a bad anchor. They don’t tell you about the empty echo of footsteps on hardwood floors or the way silence starts to hum around you like an old fridge with a broken motor. It wasn’t freedom. It was hollow.

I lowered my eyes and said softly, "Not really. It's just been a busy year. I'm a little tired." Ryland chuckled and reached over to pat my head, almost indulgently. "Perfect timing, then. We're finally on holiday. Get some rest. I'll take you to the Maldivis for a holiday." A holiday? By then, I wasn't even sure what our relationship would be. Going on vacation together wouldn't exactly be appropriate. I leaned away from his hand and pulled the divorce papers I'd already prepared from my bag, then I handed them to him. A flicker of confusion crossed Ryland's face. After all, he had initiated every previous divorce.

"You couldn't give me a child. My father's only wish before he died was to hold a grandchild. Because of you, he never got that. This situation you're in? You deserve it." I gripped the voice recorder hidden in my hand. "So you cheated on me. You hid assets. You left me with nothing. And you think you're the good guy here?" Brad's patience ran out. "So what if I did? We're divorced now. That's the reality, Lauren. Look—we had a few years together. Don't make this pathetic. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Have some self-respect and walk away." Vanessa just stood there behind him, watching me like a cat who'd swallowed the canary.

" That set Clement off. Not wanting to entertain his insults, I hung up. While he was still overseas, I took the chance to move out. Before we got married, I had worked hard and bought myself a small place—about 500 square feet. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Now that I was heading for a divorce, at least I had a roof over my head. The Normans were old money, so not long after we got married, Clement begged me to quit my job and become a stay-at-home wife. Blinded by love, I didn't even hesitate. For five years, I lived on a monthly allowance. To be honest, I felt more like a servant than a partner, like someone they could boss around.

He laid it on the bed next to my leg. "What’s this?" I asked. "A bill for the room service?" "It’s a Post-Nuptial Addendum," Dominic said. He pulled a Montblanc pen from his pocket and clicked it. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room. "Last night was... an anomaly. A lapse in judgment brought on by excessive alcohol and emotional volatility. I’ve had my lawyers draft a quick agreement stating that our physical encounter last night does not constitute a reconciliation. It ensures that the terms of the divorce settlement we signed yesterday remain unchanged."

The waiter nodded and disappeared. The silence stretched charged, watchful. “So,” he said the moment we were alone, his voice lower now. “Tell me about yourself. Married or have a boyfriend.” I gave a small, guarded smile. “By now, you should already know a lot about me. What are you waiting for?” “Yes,” he replied evenly, “but I want to hear from you.” I exhaled slowly. The truth pressed against my ribs, heavier than I expected. “I was married,” I said. “Recently divorced.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “My husband cheated. He was my first… in everything.”

“I’ve got your back.” “You always do. Thank you, my love. I’ll be home by nine.” “Have a good day. I love you.” “I love you too.” The call ended, and I felt even better. I went back to searching for a novel until I found one… actually, it wasn’t a novel. It was a nonfiction book on marital problems written by a divorce lawyer. I thought it was interesting. And it had enough pages to keep me busy for the rest of the day.

I pursed my lips and continued tidying things up without showing any emotion. "I heard you mention before that your fellow female driver is trying to get a divorce." Axel Kramer and I were sorting through our miscellaneous possessions after our move. Not noticing that something was off in my expression, he replied, "Yeah, because of what happened half a year ago. Her husband got drunk and kept mumbling about his first crush and saying that he regretted not confessing back then. "Around that time, he'd been secretly chatting with that woman, and Lindsay found out. Ever since then, they'd been sleeping in separate rooms. Recently, things flared up again. They even filed for divorce and are now