Starting With A Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Always somewhere else. She opened her eyes again. No tears came. Only clarity. The plane accelerated. And Viremont slowly disappeared beneath the clouds. Drax Villa — Present Lucien stood alone in the living room. The envelope lay open in his hand. His eyes moved across the page once. Then stopped. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. The words didn’t feel real. Not at first. Then they did. Something shifted in the air. He read it again. Slower this time. As if reading differently would change the meaning.

“She’s about to find out she can’t.” I nodded slowly. Somewhere across the city, Cassian Blackridge believed this divorce was a clean break. He was wrong. Because this morning, for the first time since the papers were signed, I wasn’t just surviving. I was choosing. And that choice small and quiet as it was would change everything.

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He didn't hand it to me, he threw it at my feet, pages fanning across the rose petals. "Sign it," he said. "And get out of my house." I stared at the papers. The word DIVORCE at the top of the first page. "No." My voice surprised me. It was quiet, but it was solid. "Tyler, listen to me. I know we've been struggling. I know this year has been hard. But things are about to change... I am about to change everything, because I'm..."

I didn’t answer, I chased after the wisp of vanilla my nose collected till I arrived at a room. “Dah–” the rest of her name got trapped in my aching throat as my eyes landed on the wedding ring sitting on top of some papers—our divorce papers. My heart dropped, my wolf went radio silent as all that filled my ears was a deafening blaring tone like an alarm. Suddenly, walking a few steps to the bed looked like hundreds of miles to cover. My legs could barely move as if they were shackled by the weight of a mountain. Yet, somehow, I finally managed to cover the distance.

I explained to him, watching his hand grasp for the bottle of whiskey. I stopped to observe him for a while, then noticed he was drunk and had a picture on his phone. “What’s wrong, Barrister?” I inquired as he was about to grab his pho,ne but I stopped him and wondered why he’d be drinking whiskey at this time of the day. “Come on, what’s going on here?” “I’ve been a divorce attorney for more than a decade, enjoying a happy married life,e and now I’m going through my own divorce.” I was shocked when he turned his phone screen so I could see a video of his wife and another man on a boat cruise.

The other properties under my name were handed over to agencies for management and sale. Most of my belongings were donated while the rest were packed into several suitcases. Throughout those days, Damon barely spoke to me. When our paths crossed, neither of us acknowledged the other for long. The divorce was finalized quietly. Just like our marriage. By the time everything was settled, there was nothing left tying me to him. Or so he believed. My hand unconsciously drifted toward my stomach. A soft ache filled my chest. There was still one thing he didn’t know. And he never would.

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

Jotham opened his beautiful green eyes and then checked his wristwatch, "thank goodness you are awake, Julie. It's been three days since you've passed and I've not left your side since." "Who cares? Like you didn't cause all these? Where's that man you were punching blue-black? Where's my husband?" "Dr. T had promised to divorce you. You need to sign the divorce papers, Julie." "You must be insane. Why will I divorce my husband?" "Cause I'm the only man who can have you." "Where's is he? I need to see him." "Only after you have agreed to sign his divorce papers." "No. Why are you ruining my happy life, Jotham. Go for your 'Mirabel." Why are you this obsessed with me when you had me in the pa

Once Jayna's gone, everywhere goes silent. “Uhm– have you a seat,” I say, short of words. She stares at the couch and shakes her head. “That won't be necessary. I'm here to get the divorce papers myself,” I stopped breathing. “Wha— what?” She extends her hand. “The divorce papers, Killian.” I'm trying hard not to stutter, to be calm. She crosses her arms, impatient. But the look in her eyes tells me all I need to know. I move and she stands there, watching.