The Divorcées Dessert Cafe Novels & Stories

CELESTE “If I were you, I'd save myself the embarrassment and just stay at home tomorrow.” Caspian’s words rang in my head as I stepped into my office, but I refused to play by his rules. I refused to marry another man for a little gain, only to get a divorce shortly after. He'd move on. They always do, but as for me? The title will stick with me forever. Divorcee. “Good morning, ma'am,” Clara followed behind me as I walked into my office.

If there was one thing he was worried about, it was probably that he had not given her enough! "I know," Serenity smiled. "But enough about that. Let's just enjoy ourselves for now. Lisa told me there's a good cafe nearby that sells delicious cakes. Let's go try it out! If the cakes are as good as they're hyped up to be, we can buy back a few slices for Micah and Jackie to try." "Okay," Jackson responded before following Serenity into the cafe. The cafe had just gone viral on the internet recently, so it was quite crowded inside, full of youngsters wearing hip and trendy clothes.

It seemed like a normal business file to her. “Hold on, Aiden. You haven’t eaten your dinner properly,” Elara went into denial. She quickly went to the kitchen and came out holding a tart tray, “See? I baked some Caramel pecan tarts for you. With lots of caramel topping. Just the way you like it.” She placed the tray before her handsome husband and looked at him with a proud grin. He scrunched his nose and looked up, “Did you even hear what I just said, Elara? You need to have a look at these divorce papers.”

“Look who it is, early in the morning. Tired of sleeping on a park bench already?” “Hello, Jade,” Kara replied in an even voice. “I wish I don’t have to ask this, but I don’t want to see Derrick ever again, so you’re going to have to do. I’m calling to ask you to meet me at Sunset Café at about ten in the morning.” That request flabbergaste3d me. “Why?” I demanded. “So, you can grovel on person?” “No, but considering how you’re salivating after my husband, this is the moment for you to claim the final victory,” Kara replied, and I could hear her taking a deep breath. “I’m divorcing him.”

Peter nodded before sauntering away. Diva found it extremely weird. Who would want a wedding like that? Those kinds of weddings were awful in her eyes: getting married to a complete stranger-based on a token number? It seemed totally off. What if someone got unlucky and ended up with a bad partner? The only thing they could do about it would be to curse their fate for the rest of their lives. Shrugging her shoulders, Diva mumbled, "I would never want a wedding like that." She took her phone and went back to editing, trying to kill time, knowing that she wouldn't get another pastry until the workers returned.

" She was urging Jenna not to lose sight of her lowly status. Rex creased his brow, but Gino's icy rhetorical query prevented him from doing so. "And from what family are you?" His tone was distant and interrogative. As Alice froze, she lost track of Jenna's companion and hurriedly tried to correct the problem. Sir, you might not know this, but Jenna and Rex divorced. She believed that Jenna had found herself another sugar daddy and needed to reveal Jenna's divorced esteem to him. Gino's cold demeanor was stifling. Is it a rule that divorced persons are not allowed to attend? Is Mr. Hidalgo not also present?"

"Mr. Webster, I'm currently—" Before he could finish speaking, Ryland heard a familiar voice drift through the phone. "Hello, Counselor." When I arrived at the cafe as scheduled, Damon had already ordered two coffees. He seemed to have been speaking with someone on the phone. The moment he saw me, he quickly ended the call and set his phone facedown on the table. The asset settlement went smoothly. According to the divorce agreement, I would receive $2 million. It represented my share of our marital assets.

Instead, I reach into my purse, pull out the divorce envelope, and hand it to her. Isabelle snatches them up, her eyes skimming the words. Silence. Then followed by a slow inhale. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” She bolts upright, her voice booming, and I swear my ears ring. I blink. “Jesus, Isa—” “No, Jesus Isa nothing! Damian wants a divorce?! On your fucking birthday?! That scum sucking, sewer rat of a man?!” She paces abruptly like she’s trying to keep herself from committing murder.

Quincy took a bite of a pickled pepper before replying, "Well, they do say a good marriage is nourishing. And seeing how good you look, I'm sure your husband loves you very much." Renee smiled as she picked up the teapot and refilled Quincy's cup. "Actually, he had an affair. We're now divorced." "Divorced?" Quincy's eyes twinkled. "Oh, I'm so sorry to bring that up." "It's fine, ma'am," Renee replied, as she was planning to be honest anyway as Quincy would find out eventually. "It's in the past, so I don't care all that much anymore." "In that case…" Quincy took a sip of her tea before continuing, "What are your plans for the future?"

" she forced, her palm where cold and wet. "So, it has nothing to do with you or Gabriel..." she started the story. Emily frowned, "Are you sure? then why?!" she asked, impatiently. Dorothy sipped her coffee slowly, "Darius specter applied for divorce...." Emily was totally dumbfounded she covered her mouth, too shock to react to Dorothy's words. "What? How is that even possible?" She shook her head in disbelief. Dorothy put her coffee the bench, she breathed out heavily, "I think the divorce will give you some benefits," Benefit she turned her face Emily.