When She Ended It With Divorce Novels & Stories

I called to ask her about it, and she told me she no longer wanted to undergo treatment. Not long afterward, her company ran into financial troubles, and the scandal of her forcing her husband to divorce her, despite his loyalty, made headlines. When I saw her on the news—calm, defiant, and resolute in her choice to divorce—I couldn’t help but sneer. “Serves her right if she dies.” Later, I met her again in my clinic. She was in pain, unable to stand, her face pale. She begged me for cheap painkillers, explaining that she still had to attend social events.

Not being able to resist, she closed her eyes and waited for the sleep to consume her. The next morning she woke up with a little more confidence that her nightmare is finally over. Things got even better when Mr. Cyrus called her and informed her that the divorce has been finalized. She was finally free. She was happy but a little surprised too. How on earth did everything wind out so smoothly and so quickly. She had heard that divorce takes at least weeks. She didn’t ponder much over it. She let it go by calling it a stroke of luck. If only she knew someone was pulling strings to get her out of her misery.

That did it. I stopped abruptly. Turned. “Divorce?” I repeated, my voice dangerously low. The single word lingered in the air, heavy, edged with something sharp enough to cut through the calm she was trying to maintain. Her expression didn’t waver. Not even slightly. “Yes,” she said simply, as though it were the most obvious solution in the world. “It would have saved you all this embarrassment. That girl has become nothing but a liability…” “Hell no.” The words came out before I could stop them, cold, firm and final. They left no room for discussion, no space for negotiation.

And now here she was—walking away from him like he was worthless. His reputation. His control. Everything was crumbling in his hands. He gritted his teeth as he gave the final nod to his lawyer. It was done. --- The divorce was finalized. Their marriage: dissolved. And yet… the echo of her voice lingered. Scarlet hadn’t fought him. She hadn’t begged. She hadn't even cried. She had walked away—with her dignity intact. And Lucas? He was left behind, surrounded by power, women, and wealth—but none of it filled the hole she left behind.

Her words gave me that weird feeling that I never wanted to feel . A bitch That was exactly what she was , how could I have ended up with a bitch . I just wanted to end things with her and then the words that I never thought would come out of my mouth did . “ I want a divorce “I told her sternly .

she said while looking surprised. "What did you call a minor issue?" I asked in shock. "You know what? We are getting a divorce and that's final" I said attempting to walk away when her next words stopped me on my tracks. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not ending this marriage with you." "What!"

she breathed out before dropping her hands down and stepping away from him. Her actions shattered him terribly but her next words broke his soul. "Divorce me, Adrian. End each and every kind of relation we both have with each other,"

She wanted to stay right in the heart of the city and he wanted them to move upstate, even as she claimed to have found a community here. She remembered it all too well, he ignored her calls all through, leaving her in a state of panic. Then he returned home and they talked it out, then they had wonderful sex and he kissed away the tears in her eyes, right after promising her to never fight again. Five months later and he kept that promise, sealing it with a divorce. A literal end to not wanting to fight again, as he got rid of her permanently. A huge bout of pain hit her. She wanted clutch her blouse, the immense feeling of poison weaving it’s ugly thread through her heart.

My CEO wife, Quinn White, and I have been married for seven years. She suffers from severe insomnia, and only the medicinal bath I blend can relieve her symptoms. On the night of our seventh anniversary, after I prepare her bath, she takes the initiative to check into a hotel room with her ex-boyfriend, Oliver Green, to play poker. Oliver sends me a photo to gloat and mock me. So, I toss the medicinal herbs into the trash, draft a divorce agreement, and send it to Quinn. After searching high and low for renowned doctors and suffering through innumerable sleepless nights, she realizes I'm the most important person in her life.

I was just very uneasy. “Well," I paused again, and she nodded encouragingly. I cleared my throat. “Brandon and I divorced". She stared. It was actually more accurate to say ‘Brandon divorced me', or ‘Brandon and his mother threw me out' but I was pathetic enough already. “Okay" she drew out. “I expected separated, or figuring things out, but certainly not divorced". She raised a brow. “Y'all were so in love with each other. What happened? Did he cheat?"