Twins Get Divorces Together Novels & Stories

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

We had suffered so much, yet our husbands didn't believe us and didn't even care about us! Back when my twin sister and I married the Smith twins, our story made the front page of the Avalon Times. Everyone said it was fate—the perfect match. Twin sisters marrying twin brothers sounded like something straight out of a fairy tale. People sent us their blessings, calling it the most romantic story of the year. But now? That fairytale had turned into something else entirely. Our marriages were far from perfect. They weren't even happy. They were devastating. "Lily, look at Annie's post," I choked, handing the phone to her.

I head home early for Thanksgiving, wanting to surprise my family. The moment I step through the door, my sister, Lilith Brooks, calls 911. "I need to report a break-in. There's an intruder." It isn't until the police rush in and snap handcuffs onto my wrists that I finally panic. "Dad, Mom, Rosa! Tell them! It's me, Samuel!" My parents just shake their heads in unison. "We don't know him." Even Rosa Monroe, my partner of five years, turns her face away. "He's probably just some obsessed underclassman with a crush on me." After 15 agonizing days in jail, my best friend, Harley Smith, finally posts my bail. With bloodshot eyes, I pour my heart out to him about the sheer insanity of it a

"You trusted the convenience of her compliance. You allowed your judgment to be blinded because she offered you an easy, performative refuge that didn't demand any baseline energy or verification. You accepted a manufactured persona because it was less exhausting than standing by a wife who was trying to show you the structural holes in your own fortress." Michael stared down at her signature on the paper, his breath forming small, pale ribbons of vapor that vanished into the dim air of the terrace. The toxic rivalry between the twins was officially over, the gate was locked, and the identity thief had been cast out into the lower street levels of the city, stripped of her stolen identity fo

I could take them and build the life I wanted, free from the obligation to read anyone's mood or seek anyone's approval. Edric wanted me out of the capital, and that suited me perfectly. The Regent's household had never been anything but a gilded cage, and I had wanted to leave for a long time. I had Finch bring the gold to my courtyard, and right there in front of him, I picked up a quill and signed my name on the divorce acknowledgment. Suvanne Thayne. The strokes were clean, without a moment of hesitation. Then, I called for my things to be packed.

Laptops open, documents spread between them, looking every inch the powerful businessmen they were. My phone buzzed on the coffee table and I grabbed it, seeing an email notification from Clara. The divorce documents. My heart jumped into my throat as I opened the attachment, scanning through the legal text that would officially end my marriage to Rowan. I must have made some sound because both twins looked up simultaneously, their gazes locking onto me with laser focus. "Everything alright?" Kael asked. "The documents came through," I said quietly, holding up my phone. "It's really happening."

I gave my Mafia husband forty years of marriage. His last request was that I stop making things difficult for my stepsister. “She has no one, Elena. Let her keep what I gave her.” The night my stepsister fled her arranged marriage, my stepmother drugged me and sent me to Dante De Luca’s penthouse to save the family’s shipping deal. When I woke, I told him the truth. “Call off the wedding. I’ll explain everything.” The young Mafia boss fastened my open collar. “You’re the one I’ll be waiting for tomorrow. I take care of my wife.” For a while, he did. He remembered my favorite food and stayed beside me through my nightmares. I began to believe he could love me. Three years later, Evelyn called

“We both know the twins mean the world to each of us, and I just want to be able to set a good example for them, even if we are divorced. And even if you hate, well, her.” “Don’t except me to pretend to like her, Nick, even for the sake of my kids. And I know you don’t think she’s going to like to me. But, I do have to say the little fights need to stop in front of the twins. Well, should be stopping period,” I agreed as I swung my legs, glancing down at the floor before I looked over at him. “Nick, I have to ask, were things…was I…if I…” I trailed off, turning my head away from his gaze. Damn, I was about ready to bare my soul because of those blue eyes. They had been my undoing the

“Don’t worry, we aren’t getting a divorce,” replied Xavia in a confident tone. Breathing a sigh of relief, Ian was just about to praise her when she suddenly added, “Instead, I’ve agreed to give him some space to recover. If everything goes well, then I believe that he’ll be back by my side before I give birth to the new twins.” …The hell? Rubbing his temple, the irked Ian replied, “…Isn’t this essentially just another way of describing a divorce…?!”

"He was so different when I first met him. He was so hardworking and passionate back when he was on his first tv show, now he just a different person." The room falls silent, the twins staring at each other feeling closer than ever with their shared heartbreak. "How did we end up like this? How didn't we see the red flags?"I vy asks. "We saw it but we ignored it. I guess divorce was never an option for us after what we went through with our Mum and dad's divorce." Ivy can feel her heart squeeze a little again, "I don't want Kitty to go through that, she doesn't deserve it." Ivy says thinking about her little angel.