When She Ended It With Divorce Novels & Stories

"Just a few days after the divorce, she found another man and took her to this high-class place. She acted as fast as firing a rocket." “This bitch. Eighty percent of people have seduced others before getting divorced. If you dare to have an affair behind my brother's back, I will tear her face off."

She pushed me away and said " You asked me? Did you asked me that if I slept with him or not , how could I do that woth you, you knew I loved you Dalyn , I was in fucking love you. " I kissed her not stopping myself from crying. She also held onto me and kissed me as long as she could. When I let go she took deep breath and said " Our story is ended, We can't be together now, But I don't want you to stay where you are. I want you to love again get successful and be good with yourself. " I kissed her again and again " Divorce him, I will run away with you wherever you want?" She stand up and said " It's too late now , I ..I am.. I am far now.. " she started crying putting her both hands at

Without missing a beat, she walked forward and made her stance clear. “No matter what happens,” she said, her voice unwavering, “this divorce must happen.” She took a shaky breath. “I don’t feel well, so I’m leaving.” Her lawyer nodded. And just like that...it was final. She turned back toward me, her face exhausted but resolute. “Let’s go,” she murmured. As we stepped outside again, Victor ran after us, his voice desperate. “Sophia!” She didn’t turn. He called her again, louder this time.

she argued back " Miss?" " A divorced woman since last night" she answered and a still silence seemed to be cast over the atmosphere for a while. She regretted letting a stranger know that much about her. Micheal recalled some of the words she had mumbled the other night while being drunk and made heads out of it. "He cheated?" He chirped in and Ahneeka shot him a fiery stare. "What? It's the trend. Husband cheats on wife, wife divorces him, Marriage ends"

My tone was as calm, as though I were talking about the weather. “Yes. Georgia and I have signed the divorce agreement. Since we’ve terminated our arranged marriage, the business ties between our families naturally come to an end as well. That’s how it works. You’re in business, so you should understand this.” There was a long silence on the other end of the line. It was so long that I thought the line had dropped. Then, I heard a heavy sigh as if she was releasing all the weight that had been weighing on her chest. “What a disaster!”

I suggested we split it evenly after the divorce, and I didn't bring up anything else. As for the company, she'd already promoted Elliot to Vice President. She didn't need me anymore. Maybe she just couldn't believe I'd actually file for divorce. She tried every possible contact, swearing she'd reach me even if she had to search the ends of the earth. Back then, I had loved her so much. I had used to care for her in every way and had given her everything without holding back. It was because she got used to that that she felt something was off now.

It wasn't even a real one. We made vows in front of family and friends, but once the dreamy facade was gone, all that was left was chaos. No joy. Just pain and confusion. She watched me, her expression shifting from anger back to cold calm. After a long silence, she turned away. The divorce papers weren't the only things left marked—her trembling signature, smudged slightly by tears, remained on the page. "I wish you happiness." She walked out. The last thing she left behind was her retreating figure and the faintly blurred name on the paper.

Just one calm, poised statement: “Today marks the end of my marriage. Kingsley and I have been in the divorce process, and today, it will be finalized. I will no longer be Beth Rowe. This was my choice—mine alone. Kingsley is a good man. A faithful man. He is not the reason for this.” And with that, she ended her life. She turned her phone off completely. No more comments. No more notifications. No more scrutiny. Just silence.

To go back and rewrite everything. And for a moment—just one cruel, fleeting moment—it feels like she might let me. But then she laughs again. This time it's softer. Sadder. “Too late, Carlos,” she says, and her voice breaks in the middle. “It’s too damn late.” My heart shatters. Just like that. “I’m done hoping,” she says, backing away. “We have to talk about the divorce. And get it finalized. For real, this time.” I don't move. I can't. She turns, and I watch her walk away into the darkness.

I patted her back but I felt her shaking her head as she clung onto me. Then after about five minutes of just holding each other, she pulled us apart and said with a straight face looking into my eyes but her lips quivering. “I'm going to get a divorce and leave this country.”