離婚後 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I thought you didn’t care about—” “I thought about it, and it’s better she doesn’t find out about this argument at all.” She gave me a tight smile that made my heart sink. “After all, you’re the perfect stepfather figure for her. I’m sure you don’t want to ruin your image by telling her about our bad times. Our marriage’s still okay, we’re just going through a phase.” “A phase?” “All married couples go through that.” “Diane!” “Don’t fucking yell at me.” She snapped. “Like I said, keep all details of the argument to yourself. I’ll be leaving early for work tomorrow, so we might not see until—”

asked Kiara curiously, before taking a sip of her coffee. "A year ago?" replied Lydia in a questioning tone. Fortunately, no one noticed the questioning tone. Lydia wasn't lying either. It was indeed a year ago that Lydia got married to Reino. It's just that now they are divorced, although this fact is clearly unknown to people. But at least there were still facts that Lydia said. "Have you kept it a secret for that long? Why?" This time it was Maya's turn to ask. "Yeah, I see. I just ...."

After that, he gives it back to in her hand. Silence. The kitchen was so quiet. Expect from the sound coming from the living room, there was no other sound in the kitchen. Stella leans against the fridge and faces Tristan in front of her. She was caught between the fridge and him. She doesn't know if she would take a detour of embarrassment or wait for him to leave. After a while, Tristan said, "You had divorced him." This was more a statement rather than a question. Stella replied faintly, "Yes."

Morgan's house was not very small, but she had lived in very few places. "We are divorced." Natalie said calmly, "Boss Morgan, have you not forgotten what you said?" Samuel's throat choked, his fingertips tightly gripped the coffee cup, his voice cold: "I have not forgotten." Natalie calmly took a sip of coffee and calmly replied: "It's okay, as long as you don't forget. Now that we are divorced, everything about your house has nothing to do with me. I don't have any conditions; I will not return."

You can’t take it back in the divorce settlement! The thought of all my hard work and sacrifices over the past year sent a wave of bitterness surging through me. Gritting my teeth, I said, "So, throughout this marriage, you only cared about the house?" She gave me a look like I was insane, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. "What else? You think I was drawn to your poverty or the fact that you’re an orphan?" With that, she flung the papers in my face. The metal clip grazed my eye as the documents scattered to the ground.

I snapped photos of our signed divorce agreement and my doctor's report, then posted them with a caption: “I finally moved on.” Those words vibrated through my nerves, releasing a tension I didn’t realize I’d been carrying. Marrying Richard had been the biggest mistake of my life. I should have invested my time in those who genuinely loved me, not in someone who never did. “How do I even start over with Harley? What do I tell my child?” I wasn’t motivated to return home. I needed to rest and figure out how to stand on my feet again. I wasn’t financially stable.

That afternoon, Austin and I went to the courthouse and finalized the divorce. Looking at how disheveled and worn he was, I gripped the divorce certificate in my hand tightly. He sneered after giving me a glance, "Leaving my family, huh? You won't be able to survive. Without us, your family would've been bankrupt ages ago. You've got the guts, divorcing me. Guess you're done with the good life." I raised an eyebrow, meeting his sneer with my own. "By all means, let my family go under. The worse things are for them, the happier I'll be. I'm beyond done with this life with you, Austin. Looking back now, it just makes my skin crawl."

“Brother, I want to leave with you. Please deal with the divorce documents and procedures as soon as possible.” She then stood up and dragged her tired body out of the house and towards her brother, Matt’s car. Matt stood there looking at her lonely departing figure and sighed. However, he thought that it was a good thing cause her mother had missed her and had been hoping that Elaine would one day go to her.

" No, but I'm fine. I just needed to stay far away from my hus— Gavin." Gil's phone rang and he excused himself. Sofia held Sydney's shoulder and spoke reassuringly. " You are getting me scared, what's wrong? You can trust me." Sydney fought back tears. There was no way in hell she was going to cry because of Gavin. She said with a wry smile. " We, um... Gavin and I divorced." " Huh? Wait, are you for real?" Sofia said with wide eyes. " Yes, it was bound to happen anyway. Don't worry, I'll um... Leave tomorrow. I just needed a place to stay for the night."

So even after we broke up, when she hit rock bottom, I felt like I owed her help. But that was it. I replied coldly, “That divorce is her business. It’s got nothing to do with me,” And I meant it. “She helped me once. If she needs something, I’ll be there.” That’s all.