The Divorcées Dessert Cafe Novels & Stories

“Goddamn it! Why did you give her the folder? You’ve been working so hard on that project “Cassie scolded, her eyes burning with fury. “Don’t worry, I’ll work on another one. Let her have this one. “I replied as I settled down on my computer to work. It’s only a couple of weeks remaining before my contract ends. I’ll get my compensation and my 20 % shares. I’ll divorce Jeff and go far away where I’ll never have to look at his face. “Why are you so cool? Is there something that I don’t know? “Cassie asked “Are you finally divorcing that bastard? Should we drink to it?” She kept on bombarding me with questions. “Cassie, vacate my office! Now!” I snapped A sly smirk tugged on her lips “You’ re

The mansion looms behind me, huge and cold and suddenly not mine at all. I don’t look back insted I pull my phone out with shaking hands and open my messages. Maya. My best friend. Or at least I thought she was. My fingers hover over the screen for a second before I type. He asked me for a divorce. Tonight. I don’t know what happened. I’m leaving. The message sends. Three little dots appear almost immediately. My chest tightens with a tiny spark of hope. Her reply comes fast. You deserve it you are a whore.

I started the conversation. I chose not to head straight to the point, just to ensure a smooth conversation. I wanted to be certain that Dante paid full attention, to avoid making it seem as though I was speaking to myself alone. “Get on with it immediately. I am all ears,” he consented. “I am filing for divorce. Olivia and I have decided to go our separate ways,” I unleashed the bombshell that forced Dante to leave his seated position. “What did you just say? This must be a prank, isn't it? Wait a minute! What has this got to do with Adrian?”

It was at this café that Mother was more relaxed, and for some reason, it was also a place she loved to discuss something serious. “One of my friends wants to get divorced after her husband cheated on her. What a boring trend. But then she started to discuss the post-divorce settlement, and that was extremely entertaining. Questions like who gets the houses, the cars, the yacht, the dogs, the paintings, the company’s shares, etc. Oh, we had fun coming out with the list and also another long hour on lawyer recommendations. I had a great time, darling.” She said with sparkles in her eyes and cheer joy in her voice. I remembered since I was a kid, no one could spin tales of disasters in a posit

It was a very famous dessert cafe, and many people had been posting about it online lately. Caprice and her friends were shocked to hear that Moses' friend was the owner of the place. Before Caprice could even have time to consider, her friends accepted the invitation for her. With that, they head toward the dessert cafe with Moses taking the lead. Caprice had no choice but to tag along. There was a nice seat upstairs next to a window. As if by intention, Caprice’s friends made sure to let Caprice and Moses sit at a separate table.

Landen simply turned off the phone. Darlene squeezed the hem of her dress. "You're bad, Landen. That really hurt," she said as she wiped a spot of blood from her lip. Once at Landen's mansion, Darlene went straight to her room, ignoring the scowls of the servants. After scratching her signature, she left the mansion with nothing. *** "She can't be serious about getting a divorce." Landen's voice was sharp, his hand throwing the divorce papers on the table. Just five minutes ago, Theo - his secretary - returned from dropping Olivia off at her apartment. He was carrying a small package containing the divorce papers.

Could it cover up the fact that on her very first visit to Paris, was her husband taking her to his uncle for his own selfish interest? With every second, I found myself slowly drowning in this thing called guilt. I held my breath for too long, the strain stinging my eyes. I needed to distract myself. I tried to distract myself. I tried. But looking at the road before us, it wasn't working. As long as this car was still running, taking us towards Palais Garnier, there was no running from the fact that I was going to betray Bella like every other time I chose other things above her. Like today.

My mother walks towards me wrapping her hand around my arm she took me towards the table where a big cake was waiting for me with so many candles lit up and I was afraid a fire was going to break out, letting her drag me I blow out the candle and it took a moment for me to see what was written on the cake and when it registers I felt my whole was slipping away from me. On the cake in bold letters, the words were written “ HAPPY DIVORCE DAY!!” How did they find out?

“Well, someone has been hiding from us, don’t you think so?” Lily stood on her feet, pushing Kyla softly to the side. “Move. I have to get my own hug.” Lily said to Kyla I didn’t have to move, her arms already pulled me in, squeezing tightly as she kissed the side of my head. “Are you okay?” she whispered. I knew what she was referring to. I nodded. “Okay, we have to sit before they kick us out for trying to turn the cafe into a soul retreat.” Kyla joked, waving over the waiter.

I stood up and patted my slightly sore knees, saying, "I suggest that you keep a low profile, Ms. Clifford. The two of you should just get a room if you can't keep your hands off each other. Don't do inappropriate things in a public space." Elena flushed before the color drained from her face. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you trying to poke your nose into my business when I'm just working out? You should take a look at how much weight you've put on instead. How revolting." I nonchalantly spread my arms and said, "You don't have to feel repulsed by me if you just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible, Ms. Clifford. Also, you should comfort your little puppy. He looks terrif