Novel & Cerita You Had This Divorce Coming

My head’s too fucked up, and I’ve got a meeting in an hour that I can’t blow off. But as I’m adjusting my tie, that gnawing feeling creeps back in—the one that’s been there ever since she walked out. I thought she’d come back. I thought... fuck, I don’t know what I thought. That our bond would be enough to hold her? That she’d realize how important this was? Instead, she’s gone. She left me. And now, I’m staring down the barrel of a divorce I didn’t see coming. I head downstairs, the smell of coffee hitting me as I enter the kitchen. My mother’s already there, sitting at the counter, looking at something on her tablet.

“Should I commission a carven image of you and worship it?” “I’m not in the mood for your sarcasm, Julie. My head is already pounding enough.” Then something crosses his eyes, a strange look. “Actually, there’s something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you. I feel like now’s the right time.” Oh, God. My stomach tightens. He’s going to ask for a divorce. I can feel it. Mom’s going to kill me. She already planned a vacation in Rio in December. “What is it?” I ask, bracing myself.

"Don't worry, I've come to terms with your divorce. Instead of forcing you to reconcile with Shayne and continue living with that terrible man and enduring constant misery, you're better like this. Even if the future is uncertain, at least you're living happily now. "Most importantly, there's no guarantee that if you didn't divorce Shayne, your life would definitely be better when you're older, right?"

She should just leave me alone. “Thea.” She calls. “What?” I grumble. “You don't want this right?” My eyes snap open. “Of course I don't. But I don't think I have a choice here. My entire career is on the line.” She sighs as her fingers taps the surface of my table fast. “I'm really worried about you for real. Including your divorce and stuff. Boss is a ticking time bomb and he's got charms.” The divorce. God. I miss Finn. My baby.

And walked toward the entrance. My heels clicked on the pavement. Each step felt heavy. Like I was walking toward something final. Which I was. This was it. The end. No going back after this. I took one more deep breath. Then I walked through those doors. Ready or not. This divorce was happening.

What would I do if something happens to her? He continued, "We've been together for 10 years, Eve. Even if we're divorced now, you're still closer to me than family. I'll always want the best of you, even better than what I have. If it wasn't for you tricking me into signing the agreement, I would've never divorced you." It was funny how Ian's words were exactly the same as what Francesca told me. I looked at him indifferently and asked, "Are you done talking? I still have work to do in the afternoon."

I had enough money stashed away to get by until the divorce went through. Finally, he gestured to the piles and the half-filled suitcase sitting on the bed and said, “What are you packing for? You didn’t tell me you had a trip coming up.” I folded my arms and sneered, glad he finally noticed. “I know you don’t love me, Killian. So I think we should separate.”

Sasha froze, caught off guard by Jim’s sudden appearance, and stepped forward as if realizing something. “Jim, after all these years together, you can doubt anyone else, but why me?” Jim snorted coldly and shot her a hard look. “Sasha, we’re done. Divorce papers have already been sent to your place. When you see them, if everything checks out, just sign.” Sasha’s eyes went wide. Disbelief was written all over her face. “You want a divorce? Are you insane, Jim?! If we split, who’s going to take care of you?”

I looked at him. This man who'd been in my periphery for almost a year. Who'd shown up consistently and said the true thing and not asked for anything from it. Who'd sat at Sunday dinners without inserting himself and called when he had information and stood on December pavement and said because I want to know like it was simple. "The divorce is almost final," I said. "I know." "I'm not — I'm not ready to do anything. I need time after." "I know that too." "So this still isn't — I can't."

My voice came out quieter this time, almost like I was speaking to myself. “What do you mean?” That caught his attention. I saw it in the slight shift of his expression, the faint narrowing of his eyes as he leaned forward just a little. “I mean… I already knew.” My voice remained steady despite everything twisting inside me. “Knew what?” “That you were going to divorce me. Three days ago.”