Novel & Cerita The Divorce Story Book

“I think I want a divorce.” The room went silent. Penelope’s heart stopped mid-beat. The words hung in the air like poison, burning through her ears. She refused to believe what she’d just heard. Slowly, she stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Her hand gripped the front of his jacket, pulling him close until her breath fanned across his face. “Let me tell you something, darling,” she whispered, her tone eerie and calm. “There’s no room for divorce in this marriage. We can never be separated. It’s till death do us part.”

He was the heart throb of the school, wealthy, handsome…name it, he ticked all the boxes. And for some crazy reason, he wanted me. Boy, he did spoil me silly. Five years in school, he married me immediately I graduated, fought with his parents for me. Only to throw it all away five years later. Micah gives me a small smile. “You loved him.” “I still do,” I confess. “He’s all I’ve ever known, Micah. The only man I’ve ever been with, the only man I’ve ever loved.” “I can’t imagine how you must be taking this divorce.”

She hummed, "Toby, tomorrow we will go through with the divorce proceedings! We got married before for Zoey's sake, but now Zoey is openly with Russell, so we don't have to keep the secret anymore. You and I can go our separate ways too." Toby's face darkened, "I said on my household registration that I am widowed, not divorced." Leanna was taken aback, "Do you want me to die?" Toby was amazed by her magical thought process, and half of his anger from earlier instantly dissipated. However, he still maintained an angry expression, "No. Don't mention divorce again in the future. It is absolutely impossible!" Leanna felt aggrieved, and tears fell down pitter-patter. She sniffed and said, "We go

"Don't take it personally. Victor's just emotional today, so he's acting out a little. Give me some time to calm him down. Once he's stable, we'll get married again. This time, we won't divorce anymore." I didn't answer. At Victor's urging, Charlotte drove away. I had believed that same promise seven times already. Every time, I believed her. Every time, I was fooled. The first divorce happened because Charlotte forgot Victor's birthday. The second happened because Victor lost his beloved cat. The third happened because Victor had a nightmare and said he dreamed Charlotte didn't want him anymore after she got married. And this time, it was because Charlotte had prepared a gift for me and not

Dante stepped closer, then stopped when I tightened my arms around the book. “I want to see my son.” “You can see him after school.” “After that, we need to talk.” “The divorce and custody settlement already says everything that matters.” “I signed it without reading.” “That was your decision.” His jaw tightened. “You came after me first. You spent years forcing your way into my company and my life, and now you think you can disappear without a word?” I met his gaze. “I spent years trying to reach you. You spent six years teaching me to stop.”

"Keep dreaming. I'm divorcing you. Take your stupid watch and get out of my sight." My voice wasn't quiet. People nearby started looking over, their eyes sliding to Jayda as they whispered. "Did you hear that? She cheated on her husband and now she's begging him to forgive her." "That's nasty. Grown woman acting like that? No shame." Every word cut. Her fists clenched. Then she snapped. "Holden! Is this what you wanted? Happy now that everyone's trashing me? I came all the way here and you still won't drop it! Fine! Let's divorce! You think I can't live without you?"

Her eyes were red. "My husband and I almost divorced last year," she said when I called on her. "We had stopped choosing each other a long time ago. We were just... existing in the same house. After I read your book I asked him to go to counseling with me. We have been going for four months now. It is hard. But we are still here. We are still trying." I felt my throat tighten. "Thank you for telling me that," I said. "That is the reason I wrote it."

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.

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

His hand touched my face, his fingers gentle on my cheek, and I leaned into it before I could stop myself, my eyes closing, my breath catching, and for one moment we were just us again, no lies, no betrayal, no war, just two people who had loved each other and lost each other and were trying to find their way back. Then I remembered. I remembered the divorce papers on the table, the cold look in his eyes when he told me to get rid of our baby, the years of secrets and lies, the betrayal that had cut deeper than any knife. I pulled away, my heart pounding, my hands shaking, my breath coming in short gasps. "I can't," I said, standing up. "I can't. Not yet. I'm not ready." He stood up too, his