Torn Apart Dorothy Roberts Novels & Stories

Dorothy did sense that something wasn't right between Amelia and Christopher, but she never expected them to already be divorced and keep it under wraps so tightly. "I've let you down." Dorothy took a deep breath, feeling her heart clench with pain. "I didn't know you two were already divorced. I forced you to do so many things you were probably unwilling to do, just so I could give you two a chance at reconciliation. You should have told me…" Dorothy looked at Amelia. "It's been tough on you. I was outrageous in my demands. It made things worse for you." She never expected things to turn out this way.

This was murder. And suddenly she knew. Dora didn’t just vanish. Dora was killed just like she, Maya, had been. As the woman pulled her into her small home, Maya sat quietly and listened to the full tale, piecing together the fragmented memories of a life that wasn’t hers… yet, now was. In her heart, something shifted. She was Maya. But she was also Dora. Two lives. One soul. Two wronged women… seeking justice. At the Lynx Estate, far from the gentle village air, tension simmered beneath designer walls and imported rugs.

“Why the fuck did you leave me with them?” No answer. Of course not. I slide down the wall, breathing hard, hand throbbing. Victor walks in. I don’t move. He closes the door quietly. I keep talking like he’s not even there. “You fucked me over, Vic. But everyone always does anyway, so maybe it don’t matter.” He walks closer but doesn’t say a word. “Dorothy ran back to him,” I say bitterly. “After all I did. After all I gave. She left. She picked him.”

she shrugged her shoulder while grabbing her bag from the back of the Jeep. "Looked like Dorothy Weber." She says as we walk towards the building. "No wonder she drove off so quickly." I laugh knowing the two have an extensive history of not getting along. Mainly Dorothy instigating issues and Rosa squashing issues by breaking Dorothy's face and other body parts. "Looks like her nose and jaw have finally healed up. maybe she wanted to attempt eating solid food this year. " Rosa shrugged as we entered the crammed main hall to the building. "Speaking of which, are you still on probation?" I inquire.

The moment the principal saw the torn papers on the floor and the scratches on my arm, his face darkened. "What happened here?" Mr. Lewis placed the collected fragments on the desk. "Principal Anderson, Director Darby, Mr. Stiazky accused Darius of cheating, removed him from the main room, delayed him, moved him to the backup room, and after the exam ended, tore up his answer booklet." Director Darby crouched to look at the fragments. Her expression hardened.

I need to buy more locks. I slid down the walls and wrapped my arms around my knees and let the tears flow. Fabian is out. He's out. I don't know how long I cried but I slept off in that position. When I woke up the next morning, my head felt like it was splitting into two. My body was stiff from curling up for a long time. The room spinned as I stood. I entered the bathroom to prepare for school. When the water touched my hands, I winced, I had forgotten that I had cuts from picking up the broken glasses last night. The wound stung with every movement.

Dorothy sank into sorrow wordlessly, all the while wondering if it was fate. Nigel had sent her the paperwork for divorce three times before the accident and she had torn them into pieces every single time. She was determined to not divorce him, but Nigel was more determined. In the end, Nigel was in an accident before they could settle the conflict between them. Dorothy weighed the pros and cons and realized that this might be a better outcome compared to a divorce. Her eyes narrowed viciously as she stared at the operation room door and decided that it was best for Nigel to die. Once he was dead, he would still belong to her, both him and his wealth would have nothing to do with Sarah and

“I already told you.” “Sage doesn’t care about what you do or anything at all,” it hurt me more than she could ever imagine. “And for the record, you’re getting divorced.” She hesitated for another word, and I tried to search her eyes, hoping she’d toss everything away and allow herself to give in for once. Instead, I felt her hands slipping away from mine. “Loyalty is loyalty,” she turned her face away from me. “Just because—‘’ The doorbell interrupted her with its sharp ring, and it was the perfect distraction and excuse to get her off my hold.

The doctor begins to lead the way, and I'm about to follow when Tatum holds onto my arm. "Can't I come?" she asks me, looking worried and broken, with dried tears on her face. "Stay here while I talk to him. Stay with Dotty. She might wake up soon." That calms her down, and she nods, letting go of me. My conversation with the doctor gives me insight into Dorothy's condition, and sure enough, it's a common case of neglected health. She has diabetes, and it has progressed too far. When I step back out, I don't see Tatum in the waiting area anymore. A quick peek into Dorothy’s room door and I see Tatum, seated on a chair beside Dorothy’s bed, keeping the woman company. I leave her be for the ne

Dorothy flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the marble floor and clutching desperately at her chest as excruciating pain radiated through her ribs. Rob scrambled to her side in a panic, helping her sit up while scolding me, "Dorothy is your fiancée, no matter how much you dislike me! You can't treat her like this!" "Shut up!" Dorothy's fury snapped. For the first time, she turned her anger on Rob, wiping the blood off her lips. "Fiancée? What a joke! If he wants to marry an actress, let him! But before that, she needs to get on her knees and apologize to me!"