When She Ended It With Divorce Novels & Stories

I sat with that for a long moment. It was not the dramatic answer. It was not the immediate one. It did not involve confronting Edward tonight or showing up at Sandra's door with the photographs or any of the things the loudest part of me had been imagining. It was slow. Careful. Deliberate. It was exactly the kind of plan that actually worked. "Okay," I said quietly. "Okay Lisa." She squeezed my hand. "You are not alone in this anymore Issy. I promise you that." I nodded and picked up my fork and finally took a bite of food that had gone slightly cold while we dismantled my marriage across a table by the water.

"Where did you move to?" I didn't answer and simply changed the subject. "Let's go in first." As she let go of my hand, seeming unsettled, her demeanor radiated an awkward, prickly energy. "If you don't want to divorce—" "This time, I won't change my mind. I mean it," I cut her off before she could finish. Her expression shifted a little at my words before she finally composed herself and calmly said, "Then let's go." After we stepped out with our divorce certificates, she walked off coldly. I stood behind her, wanting to say a proper goodbye, but she never looked back.

What do you mean? My voice was flat. "Divorce. Didn't we already agree?" She tried to speak, but I cut her off. "I know everything about you and Alec. Don't bother—the more you talk, the cheaper you sound." Her whole body collapsed, like air leaking from a balloon. The light in her eyes was gone. Silent and heavy, she followed the lawyer's directions, and just like that, the divorce was done. When she got her copy, she froze, then broke down crying. She wanted to say something, but I didn't look back. I just walked away.

She must have noticed the way my eyes look, that she asks me what's wrong. "Would it be a disaster if I got divorced right now?" She had been leaning in, her hands braced on the table but after my question, she nearly fell down. "Beebah. What is wrong? You don't just up and leave your Marriage." When she saw how my face changed, she got up and pulled me towards the sofa set in another part of her wide office. I sat beside her and sighed deeply. "I've had it coming. I finalized my decision last night." She nods, opens her mouth, shuts it and then swallows with a sad shake of her head.

Slowly, she pulled it off and let it fall to the ground. Her voice was calm, but icy. “I don’t want anything to do with you anymore, Nathan Hale. I want a divorce.” She turned and walked away without waiting for his answer. Tears streaked her cheeks, but her steps didn’t falter. That day, Tessa lost both her father and her husband.

Right after he said that, a series of noises suddenly sounded from outside. It was the noise of high heels click-clacking against the ground. The noise got closer and clearer. Soon after that, the door opened. Sherry confidently walked in in her black dress and beautiful high heels. She slammed a set of divorce papers on the table before Arthur. Then, she stood up straight and coldly said, "I've prepared the divorce papers. We'll share the assets and split the company into two. Your eldest son can have half of it, while my son can have the other half. Sign it now!"

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.

He laughed hysterically amidst the sadness. “I'm not changing my mind. How many times do I have to forgive you? you'll always do the same thing… you always do it over and over again. Maybe you never really loved me because you always end up hurting me. Let's end it now, I can't bear the pain anymore.” “Divorce? Charlene, wait…” She shook her head vigorously. “I'm done with you. I've had enough of your shit. You should go back to your ex-wife.” After that, she turned around and rushed out of the garden.

"Once we do this, there's no turning back." I smiled. "I won't regret it." Thus, she immediately began the divorce process.

I didn't even know where you were…" She paused, and when she spoke again, her voice trembled slightly. "I missed you… a lot." I still didn't understand. "I remember clearly expressing my intention to divorce you. The divorce agreement was already signed. "As you said, our lives with Gale were never meant to intersect properly. Letting everything return to its rightful place was the reasonable choice. "If it's about the divorce paperwork, we can schedule a time to complete the formalities. Would tomorrow work for you?" Her eyes slowly turned red as she looked at me.