Thalia Divorced Mga Nobela at Kwento

After requesting an extended leave from my boss, I boarded a flight abroad. Of course, before leaving, I didn't forget to send Sebastian the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, along with the evidence of his affair that I had gathered. If he had any sense, he would sign them. If not, things would only get ugly in the end. This trip had no fixed destination—I just wanted to get away, see new places, taste new foods. Life had to go on. There was no need to punish myself for someone else's mistakes.

He replied, "Alright. But let's just check in and leave early. I doubt there's anything worth sticking around for anyway…" I noticed a flicker of panic crossing his usually composed face before he quickly regained his calm. I didn't respond and simply got in the car with him, heading to the venue in complete silence. Thalia was surrounded by admirers as if she were royalty when we arrived. Over the past few years, people hailed her as a rising star in regenerative medicine. A few of her published papers had gained decent recognition. "Lyra, what brings you here? I thought you'd given up research altogether. Honestly, being a stay-at-home wife suits you," Thalia said sweetly, but her face sho

Now, her soft features were sharp with anger, her eyes blazing with intensity. Zara instinctively recoiled, her fingers clenching into fists. But she refused to back down. "Did I say anything wrong? Haven't you been divorced? Haven't you dated playboys? And don't pretend nothing is going on between you and Mr. Xanthos. Why else would he keep picking you for surgeries?" Zara had already been suspended, so she didn't care anymore. Why should Noelle, a divorced woman, have so many rich men flocking to her? Even Michael favored her.

It’s been five years, but my heart still yearns for him. “That’s good because from what I know, Noah and Thalia have a kid. Thalia gave up on her career and she announced before she left the industry that they’re planning to get married. I didn’t hear anything about their marriage, so I believe they had a private wedding.” I nodded. It hurts. My heart is aching and it’s making it hard for me to breathe. They really got married, huh? Did Noah marry her right after our divorce got approved?

“Oh my goodness, it’s the first time Mr. Hale has brought a woman to the office.” “Is that his girlfriend?” “I heard they’ve known each other since childhood.” “Haha, we should probably start calling her Madam from now on.” The murmurs had floated endlessly through the air, but Thalina had kept her head down, refusing to react. She planned to resign the moment Evander signed the divorce papers, so she had spent the rest of her time organizing handover documents for whoever would take her place. She didn’t want to leave a mess behind for the next assistant.

What else can I do? Enzo’s voice cuts through the quiet. “Thalia, let’s go.” I watch her turn, rushing after him. She slips her arm through his, and just like that, they’re walking away—laughing, smiling, a picture-perfect family. And then, just like that, the thought returns, quietly, like it never left Divorce. The thought pops into my head before I can stop it. It’s not the first time. But, like always, I brush it off.

Thalia was a nurse in a famous hospital and became her friend when Elara used to visit the hospital for fertility treatments. “And why are you so pale, Elara?” “I … I n…need help,” Elara didn’t know why she was stuttering. The skin on Thalia’s forehead knitted, “What’s the matter? Are you again on some shitty diet, Elara?” Elara could not even smile and held her friend’s arm, “I need a place to live.” “You need- what? Why? But … You… Your husband…” “Thalia. I need help. He is not my husband anymore. His beautiful, slim Ex is back. He doesn’t need me any longer.” There was concern etched on Thalia’s face. She didn’t ask any more questions from her friend.

That word didn’t sit right with me. “You sign, and you’re free of her. No more pretending. No more obligations.” I could feel something in my chest tighten. “Isn’t that better for you?” I didn’t answer. Because for some reason— It didn’t feel better. It didn’t feel like anything I wanted. “Say something,” Clara pressed. I turned to her slowly. “I’m not divorcing Thalia.” The words came out firm. Final. *** THALIA The silence in my apartment felt… weird.

Thalia could sense pride in her tune but it didn't make her angry rather it amused her. "Stick with your husband, I heard you are trying to get a divorce, Trust me Audrey even if you do divorce your husband, you won't still marry my brother. Never" Thalia said emphasizing the last word. "As long he loves me, I will wait till forever, his love will always come back to me no matter what," Audrey said and made to leave but then Thalia's words stopped her. "How long do you think that love would last, I guess you still don't know how love works Audrey" Thalia pursed her lips to stare at her. "Keith would start leaving with a woman, do I need to tell you what that means" Audrey's face stiffed s

“The hospital sent messages to your company several times, but you never came to see me. You kicked me out after our divorce without caring about what could happen to me. I even sent you a-” Before she could finish, Kris cut her off. ”Without caring what could happen to you?” He let out a chuckle. “You stole millions from me and my family, Thalassa. I could've gotten it all back from you or left you to rot in jail, but I let you keep it after we divorced because despite everything, I didn't want you to go unprotected.”