離婚後 Novels & Stories

But the love I once knew was gone. If he wants a divorce. Fine by me. I won't stay in this meaningless marriage anymore. I turned and walked out of the room without another word. *** In my bedroom, I pulled out a suitcase and began packing my things. My hands moved, grabbing clothes and tossing them into the bag. I didn’t know where I was going, but I couldn’t stay here. As I reached for a box on the top shelf of the closet, something fell out—a small medal, tarnished with age. I picked it up, my fingers brushing over the engraved letters.

He got stumbled making him fall to the ground. But for a moment, Grey did not answer and just whine his heart out which Raymond haven't seen for a while. "Let's get divorced, okay? And if you don't sign the papers, I'm telling you, Grey, I will suicide. Do you hear me? Now, I want my parents back! I want MY LIFE back! And after signing the contract, please, I don't want to see you ever again! You hear me?! God, I despise you! I don't want to see even a glimpse of you, got it? We're done! We're fvcking done, you cheater monster and son of a jackass!" she enunciated, and wiped her tears with the napkin on the table. Then, she looked at Raymond. "I am sorry, Dad, for you have witnessed our figh

Natalie responded. In contrast to Isabella's frustration, Natalie stood as a victor on her end. She had infuriated the other party to an extreme point and felt a deep sense of satisfaction. In pursuit of her eyes, Cedric had caved and signed the divorce agreement. With the marriage dissolved, the assets that were owed to Natalie were also transferred to Natalie's name. This was a slap that resounded loudly on Cedric's face. "Go ahead and revel in your triumph for now!" Isabella said angrily.

“Don't say anything; I know how.” Smiling, she goes, “Good, now what are you going to do about him?” Good question, “I'm still going through with the divorce and getting my freedom from the Milian family.” They treated me like garbage when I was married to him, and I don't want to go back to that. “ Oh my god!” she yelled excitedly, “I got it you two could start dating after the divorce” Getting up from my spot, I touched her forehead to make sure she wasn't sick because she was starting to talk nonsense. “ nope, no, nope,” I told “ that's not going to happen” I was trying to make myself believe my own words.

I started the conversation. I chose not to head straight to the point, just to ensure a smooth conversation. I wanted to be certain that Dante paid full attention, to avoid making it seem as though I was speaking to myself alone. “Get on with it immediately. I am all ears,” he consented. “I am filing for divorce. Olivia and I have decided to go our separate ways,” I unleashed the bombshell that forced Dante to leave his seated position. “What did you just say? This must be a prank, isn't it? Wait a minute! What has this got to do with Adrian?”

“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.”

" she asked cautiously, the last fragile thread of hope flickering in her eyes. I shook my head without hesitation. "No." The light in her eyes went out instantly. "Some wounds, once inflicted, can never be repaired." I stood up. "Take care." As I watched her walk away in a daze, I knew everything between us had finally reached its true end. Later, I heard that she moved to a small town in the south. She opened a small art studio and taught children how to paint. She never returned to Fort Canon again, but none of that had anything to do with me anymore.

"Why do you always have to know everything?" Leo leaned against the desk, studying his friend. "Come on, Lucas. We’ve known you for years. You may act like you don’t care, but clearly, something’s eating at you." Lucas exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "She wanted a divorce," he admitted reluctantly. Jack’s eyes widened. "What? You mean your wife—what was her name again?" "Jasmine," Lucas said, his tone sharp. "And yes, we’re divorced now."

chaos on the bed. “Sharon has left! She doesn’t love you anymore. Don’t waste your tears crying for a woman like her!” But Bruce continued to roar, seemingly not listening to Aileen’s words. “Why did you leave when I’m paralyzed now? But you don’t have to worry. My legs will get better in the future. I don’t want a divorce with you.” Aileen sighed in annoyance. “Bruce! Listen to Mom! You are a strong person! She’s not worth it.” Aileen cupped Bruce’s face, making him look into her eyes.