Twins Get Divorces Together Novels & Stories

“Grandpa, I don't know how to express my gratitude. You have done so much for us.” Grandpa touched the cheek of little Joanne who was sleeping cutely. “You are family to me. And I won't leave you alone through all this hardship.” Aiyana smiled fondly. “Thank you, Grandpa. We are so grateful to have you.” “We will face this together, Aiyana. I promise to do my best for all of you.” Eventually all the plans were executed smoothly and in short order without any wedding party. Just two days after the wedding, they filed for divorce and Simon signed a legal affidavit that he had no custody of the twins he had never even seen.

he adds, a little more serious now. "Are you going to marry her?" I ask. "I’m not sure, but it seems like the right thing to do, right?" he says, uncertain. "You shouldn’t do it unless you really want to," I say. "But having two parents, a stable family—that's probably what's best for the twins when they come," he says, thinking aloud. "What’s best for them is two loving parents, whether they’re together or apart," I reply. "When did you get so wise?" he asks, chuckling.

Unlike me, he lived in Poland with his family, so we rarely ever had time to hang out with each other. Except he had business to do in Canada and it's environs. “What's happening? How are Maya and the girls doing?” I asked, before switching the phone to my other ear. Maya was his wife. Bryan was silent for so long that I thought he'd unknowingly hung up. “Are you there?” I asked, and he hummed. “Yes, I am,” He replied, “Maya and the twins are fine. Did I tell you we are getting a divorce?”

"Now, come with me to finalize the divorce. It's been eighteen years. I'm going to marry Janey. She deserves that." Everyone expected me to explode, to weep and rail against them. The Grant relatives leaned forward, eager to watch the drama unfold. Instead, I smiled. "Very well. Tomorrow, I'll divorce you. Then the four of you can finally reunite." Gasps rippled through the hall. Stunned silence followed. No one could believe it—not the guests, not the Grant family, not even Jeremy and Janey. Eighteen years of sacrifice—just handed over, like nothing?

He ran a hand through his head, “Fuck! And you just had to drag me to that TV show to humiliate her. Maybe her family wouldn't have known of it if it wasn't so public.” Irene’s eyes glistened with angry tears as she grabbed the bottle and smashed it on the floor. “Going public was the only way your parents could let you get a divorce and we both fucking agreed to it before we went on that show,” she paused, breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath, “And now you think your divorce was a mistake because she’s an heiress?” “You’re such a gold digger!” She cursed. Ethan shot up in anger, his hands raised in an attempt to strike her cheek when the door flung open.

"Do it! But I'll still go through with the divorce!" Corbin couldn't care less. He just said, "I'm looking forward to it." Then, he left with the twins.

* His eyes moved down the page. **VANCE, AURORA — BORN OCT 12.** **VANCE, LUNA — BORN OCT 12.** Ethan stopped breathing for a second. Twins. Aurora had never mentioned a sister. Not once. In all the conversations they had shared about her childhood, her family, and her past, she had spoken as if she had grown up alone. Ethan turned the page. And his entire body went still. A surveillance photograph was attached to the top corner of the file.

She twirled her hands against each other, batted her eye lids, before tears from her eyes began to cascade down her cheeks. ‘It’s been years Brother Aiden’ Her voice came again. My eyes widened this time around. The Xavier I know had always lived with his family until now that we are married. Xavier’s face remained calmed. ‘Brother Aiden, don’t you miss your little princess? I have missed you reading me bedtime stories’ He ruffled her hair, going down on one knee ‘My little princess I have missed you too, but years? It hasn’t been that long as you see your big brother is married and needs to take care of his home right?’

She had looked at the scans with the focused attention of someone who wanted to be certain before she spoke. "Mrs. Hayes," she had said—I was still using the name then, for medical records, for the paper trail that needed to remain consistent—"I want to talk to you about what we're seeing here. It's two heartbeats." Twins. I was carrying twins. Two lives that had been quietly existing inside me through every humiliation at Rebecca's dinner table, through every night I had lain beside a man who was in love with someone else, through the morning I had signed my name on divorce papers with a hand I had forced steady through sheer will.

“And I already told you—you’re welcome to use that place. That’s why I gave you the extra key.” Gavin shifted in his seat. “How’s… your situation? With the twins?” Steve’s expression shuttered for half a second—long enough for me to see the crack—before smoothing out again. He took a slow sip of coffee. “Still in the divorce process. She’s pushing hard for the judge to rule it as grooming and sexual assault.” Gavin frowned. “But it’s not.”