Starting With A Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Remember to check my new ongoing story: Divorce the Cheat, Return for Revenge. Crystal L.C. Author.

Difficult, indeed. Ethan thought for a moment. "Isaac, have your wife contact Ray." "Ah?" Isaac froze, blood pressure rising. "Ethan, what do you mean?" "No hidden meaning. Just have your wife reach out. What do you lose?" Ethan said lightly. Isaac hesitated, then agreed. He called over his wife. Isaac had started from nothing but divorced his first wife after striking it rich. His new wife, an eighteen-year-old arts student, was now twenty-two. Meanwhile, his ex-wife had paired with a young fitness trainer.

His expression was the same one he wore in boardrooms when he decided the fate of billion-dollar deals. Today, that same face was deciding the end of her marriage. “Sign it.” His voice was low. Flat. Final. He slid the papers across the desk. The sound was soft. To Ava, it was thunder. Her gaze dropped to the bold heading. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. The words blurred. Her name sat neatly beside his, black ink against white paper, waiting to erase three years of silent devotion. Her chest tightened. Three years of sleeping alone in a king-sized bed.

“You want to know how we got here?” “Yes.” “We got here because this marriage was never real,” he said. “We got here because I have been patient for three years waiting for my life to begin and now it can, and I am done pretending that what we have is something worth holding onto.” “Julian—” “I want a divorce, Lena.” The room went completely still. “No…” “I want out,” he continued, his voice flat and final. “I want out of this sham of a marriage and I want it handled as cleanly and quickly as possible. I want both of us to be able to move on with our lives.”

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

CHAPTER ONE ..!! "I need you to sign these." He threw a stack of papers onto the table. They slid across the polished surface, past the croissants, past the flowers, and stopped right in front of her. The words "DIVORCE AGREEMENT" stared up at her in bold black letters. Vivienne froze. Her hands, still reaching for the butter knife, stopped mid-air. The world tilted. The room spun. "Dante?" Her voice came out as a whisper. "What... what is this?"

Her hands trembled so badly that the paper almost slipped from her hands. Esther forced herself to pay attention, her eyes reading across the first line. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Esther’s chest pounded in her ears. Her chest tightened, and her breath caught. Divorce? Is he divorcing me? No… this can’t be real. Not after everything she has done. Not after all the love she gave him. Not after she carried his children in her body. Her tears spilled instantly, wetting the page. She blinked hard, hoping the words would blur away into something else. But they weren't.

"What's wrong? Okay, I'll be right there." He hung up and looked back at me like he wanted to say something. I dug my nails into my palm and forced myself to walk away. In the car, I dialed a number. "Yes. I need you to draft divorce filing documents for me. As fast as you can." Twenty minutes later, I got back to the apartment. I'd lived in this place for seven years. Every corner of it held our memories. Now there were traces of another woman everywhere. Bright curtains and rugs, the trendy little table settings and trinkets, and the bitter scent of chamomile hanging in the air.

she continued in a weak effort to save her face, “since there are no documents.” “There weren't documents when the world began but they got married anyway.” He won again. “Then I divorce you. I'm no longer your wife.” She countered. “You'll have to draft a document for that.” He answered teasingly, tracing small circles on the small of her back through her chiffon shirt. “There weren't documents when the world began but they…” “… didn't divorce anyway. Adam didn’t divorce Eve, Father Abraham didn’t divorce Sarah and Isaac didn’t divorce…”

Chapter 3 Frowning, Sophia's eyes returned to the documents and she read the words written boldly on the top. 'DIVORCE AGREEMENT' She shook her head and chuckled, trying to convince herself that it was just a silly dream.Marco would never divorce her. Sophia flipped through them. Then she pinched herself, the reality hitting hard, she wasn't dreaming."No, no. You must be joking. This is a joke, right?"