When She Ended It With Divorce Novels & Stories

“That doesn’t change anything.” Diane turned to face me fully, studying me for a second like she was trying to figure out where this was coming from, then she smiled like none of it mattered. She stepped closer and placed a quick peck on my cheek. “Let’s end this conversation,” she said lightly. “I’m heading out for work now.” She walked away without even waiting for my response, the door closing behind her with a soft click. I let out a slow breath, shaking my head slightly.

Valerian whispered before leaving the bathroom. It all started with a divorce, then chaos… and somehow, it led to everything I never knew I wanted. END

He paused for a long time before replying with some bewilderment, "Jenna, what did you say?" Jenna broke free from him. Their queue number had expired, so she ripped the paper in her hand and took a new number. "Don't you get it? I don't love you anymore, so I won't feel bad even if you cry until you're blind. To put it more bluntly, I'll only worry about how to get the divorce finalized even if you were to die in front of me now." Her heartless statement shredded his last hope. The divorce process was smooth. There were no disputes or quarrels.

If she was already burning bridges, then she might as well burn this one completely. Lifting her chin, she spoke calmly. “I’m not doing that.” Marcus stilled. His brows drew together, as if he hadn’t heard her properly. “What?” he asked. “I’m not apologizing to Evander,” she repeated, her voice steady despite the storm in her chest. “And I’m not taking back my decision to divorce him.” She held his gaze. “Whether the company goes bankrupt or not… I’m divorcing Evander Hale.” For a moment, her father simply stared at her.

Her looks seem different from usual. “You’re late, you missed our anniversary last night,” she says, her voice flat. I knew now is the time, the time to finally get it done with. “What anniversary are you talking about?” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. Handing the divorce papers to her, I say, “I no longer want this marriage, and I’m sure you also don’t want it too. So let’s stop pretending like we’re both happy together and end it all now.” Her gaze still, not saying a thing. Watching me with those inscrutable eyes.

To him, she was just a whore who thought of nothing but sex. She closed her eyes in disdain and said, "Go on. I'll treat this as a parting gift before we get divorced." Zachary could see that she was putting on a brave front. That made him lose interest. He pulled her dress back on. "Get dressed, then get out." Joey stared at him. "When are we going to get the divorce finalized?" Her voice was cold, just like her hands. Zachary felt irritated. He let go of her hands. "Tomorrow morning. Is that satisfactory?"

she let out a deep sign, Has Steve was walking out of the room, she called him, He stopped in his trucks but did not Turn to look at her or answer "I want a divorce, you could take my father's company and have half of his properties, I don't care, am just tired" she said her voice breaking at the last part, Steve did not respond and instead walked out of the room.

“So it couldn’t have been that bad.” Max’s expression doesn’t change. “She stayed until she didn’t,” he replies. It hits harder than anything else he’s said, and I don’t respond right away because there’s nothing I can say to that. Max watches me for a second, then says, “You didn’t notice how far gone things already were.” I let out a slow breath, my gaze dropping for a moment. “She left,” I say quietly. Max shakes his head slightly. “No… you ended it,” he says, calm, not harsh, just matter-of-fact. “You handed her the divorce papers.”

“What is it?” She smiled. “You've been here for hours.” “I had some documents to deal with.” She walked closer. “What documents?” I didn't answer immediately. Then I said, “The divorce papers.” Her smile widened. “She signed?” I nodded. Susan let out a small laugh. “Finally.” She stepped closer. “She actually signed them?” “Yes.” “And she's gone?” “She left the city.” Susan smiled. “Good.” She walked toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “That means she's finally out of our lives.”

His hand hovered in the air for a second before he let it drop, pretending he didn't care. I pulled out my phone and deleted every last trace of him. Then, I took a deep breath and looked at him flatly. "Let's get a divorce, Gavin." He froze, then blurted out, "Are you out of your mind, Rhea? You actually want a divorce?" The moment the words left his mouth, he realized his slip. He quickly cleared his throat and backtracked. "Don't be ridiculous. Who do you think you are? My wife is Natasha. How could I have ever married you?"