You Had This Divorce Coming Novels & Stories

My jaw twitched as I turned and walked out of the gym, shutting the door behind me. A jittery, restless feeling started in my chest. Somehow, I’d gotten used to having her close. Even if we didn’t talk much, just her being there had been enough. I knew there would be a divorce. That was always the plan. But I didn’t think it would come this soon. The promotion didn’t matter anymore. I just wanted her. I just wanted us. But she was leaving. And once she walked away this time, I knew I’d never see her again.

My jaw twitched as I turned and walked out of the gym, shutting the door behind me. A jittery, restless feeling started in my chest. Somehow, I’d gotten used to having her close. Even if we didn’t talk much, just her being there had been enough. I knew there would be a divorce. That was always the plan. But I didn’t think it would come this soon. The promotion didn’t matter anymore. I just wanted her. I just wanted us. But she was leaving. And once she walked away this time, I knew I’d never see her again.

"I… I didn't know you'd miscarry. If I had known, I never would have—" My exhaustion weighed heavily on me as I interrupted, expressionless. "Let's get divorced." I had prepared myself for this long before I arrived. "If you refuse to sign the papers, we'll take this to court," I continued. "You're the one at fault here, and I doubt you want the ugly truth of the Goldberg Corporation's CEO's infidelity plastered all over the headlines." The color drained from Tristan's face.

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.

“I can't make jokes of this or make light of it. I have told you for a very long time that I do not want to get divorced. I was hoping that you would have come to your senses. You were supposed to miss me and come running back. You didn’t.” Cassandra shook her head and scoffed, “That’s not going to happen. We are getting divorced, and these decisions need to be made. I don't want you to think that anybody is taking advantage of anyone else. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. I don't think either one of us has been happy for a while. You wouldn't have cheated if you had been happy, right?”

I whispered. "I'm not." Lucas shoved the papers toward my face. "I found out six months ago when I wanted to file for a divorce and I was going to tell you but honestly, why bother? I had a cook and a cleaner for free. I thought of the situation as a blessing. This way its cleaner, no divorce, no lawyers. We were never really married so there's nothing to end."

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

"Wouldn't keeping the shares be better? There would be annual dividends. It's long-term income." "No," she insisted. "I don't like loose ends, and I don't want any further connection with you. Let's finish this quickly so we never have to see each other again. Besides, what if your company goes bankrupt?" His smile was forced, and his voice shook. "Why do you have to be so absolute? At the very least, we're still high school classmates living in the same city. Maybe we'll run into each other someday." That was basically impossible. "Stop talking so much nonsense," she concluded, preparing to leave with Gabriel. "Oh, right. About the money you gave Catherine later... I'll let that go. And sin

“Not until he signs.” It wasn’t even weighing too heavy on me, but I needed to ensure the divorce was finalized, the company was thriving more than years before, so the kids and I could return. But I hadn’t disclosed it to Lucas nor Maya that I still had intention to return though they knew it was part of my plan.

"It's nightmares because Jennie won't contact you anymore, so you're committing suicide by fasting. Fucking idiot. The only thing good about you to her was your money and you don't even have that now! Where the fuck is she at with the support like you gave her? She's a ghost!" His jaw tightened. "Didn't you marry me for money?" "So what?" I snapped. "At least I didn't run away like that bitch!" "Don't you also think I'm a burden? Aren't you planning on divorce?" Bitch! "When the fuck did I say I'm divorcing you?" "When we first moved in here," he said, tone sharp but calm in that way that made me want to throw something. "I heard your friend speaking about it. Didn't she find you a divorce l