58 Book(s) Related to Divorce

Karen had invested her last penny in the business she had recently established and was eagerly awaiting the promised funds from her benefactor to take it to the next level.
"Maybe he forgot. I should remind him," she thought, and promptly sent a text message: ‘I hate to sound desperate, but my finances are tight.’
After sending the message, she realized she had used the wrong number. She quickly started typing, ‘Please ignore the...’ when an alert popped up on her phone: ‘Five billion dollars transferred to you by Roger Dawson.’
Roger? The first name sent a chill down her spine, but the last name left her puzzled. "Roger? Could it be Tonia's bodyguard?" That was his number, but when did his name change?
Her phone rang immediately, and the name she had feared for months echoed in her ears, his voice filled with emotion yet calm like a winter breeze. "Karen, stay put, I'm on my way to you."
The call ended before she could process it. He was the reason she had fled, refusing to sign the divorce papers.
Her love for him was unrequited, his heart belonging to her adopted sister, but what hurt more was the feeling of being traded between friends like a commodity.
She would rather die than return.

"I want a divorce, she is back and there is no need to continue this contract marriage anymore." He said, my body stiffened like life has drained from it.

"I don't love you and never will." I thought my love was enough for the both of us? I thought he loved me but I was wrong.

"Sign the paper and get the hell out of my life for good."


Yvonne Beckett is the only child of a business tycoon and Mafia Don, Vincent Beckett and the sole heiress of Beckett Enterprise. She is beautiful, smart, feisty and a definition of perfection. But her personal and love life was far from perfect.

Her childhood crush, her first love and the only man she ever loved shattered her heart, treated her like trash, cheated on her and divorced her before she could discover that she was pregnant.

Six years later, she returns back rich, strong and with a son who is the mini-version of her ex-husband.

Now her ex-husband wants her back and will go any length to get his wife and son back.

Will she forgive him after all the pain and suffering he had put her through?

Will they be able to solve the mystery behind their divorce?

BLURB
Amelia’s misery began four years ago and within a blink of an eye, what she expected would better with time turned out to be the weapon fashioned against her.

Her husband, Fredrick would not get her pregnant but news had started to go round town about his mistress being pregnant.

Something broke in her when she found out that he there was never going to be any change about how he treated her.

A divorce would be the only way out, yes but how would she pick herself back up after four years of being an house wife?

She finds a new boss who at first was a stranger but became someone who would turn down the whole city for her. Amelia was used to a man who doesn’t care about her, how does she handle this?

There is something missing, that was the key to how everything happened, would Amelia’s feelings for Frederick ever change?

I didn't look up until I was done packing, then I clutched my suitcase and looked at him. He glared so hard at me, so hard that I feared he was going to do something again. His eyes were cold and I knew he was fighting so hard to keep the anger just beneath the surface. But I had made up my mind. I was leaving. I couldn't stay here any longer, not like this.

"I can't believe you're doing this," he growled. "You think you can just walk out on me? On this marriage?"

"I'm not doing this because I want to, Derek. I'm doing this because I have to. You don't care about me, about Lily. You never have."

Molly thought she had the perfect life with her husband. But everything shattered when she discovered his mistress’s pictures hidden inside the house, he claimed to have built for her. The final blow? The mistress wasn’t a stranger at all, but her own sister!
Heartbroken, she signed the divorce papers and woke up drunk in front of her college sweetheart, Giovanni Dawson, who now ruled the underworld. Giovanni wants to help her take revenge and win her heart, but can she trust him after he broke her heart once?
And oh, he comes with a mysterious four-year-old boy who is determined to keep every woman out of his life for good.

I thought marrying into wealth was a dream come true—until a woman in elegant attire appeared at my wedding.
She raised her glass in congratulations, smiling as she revealed a devastating secret: this multi-million-dollar mansion beneath my feet, this custom-designed gown draped across my body, even this perfect husband standing beside me—every single detail had been crafted according to the "blueprint" she had drawn with her own hands.
And I was nothing more than a surrogate bride living out her fantasy.
When my tears and desperate questions were met only with my husband's cold indifference and violent shove, when I tumbled down the staircase that symbolized "their love" and lost our child, he didn't even glance back.
Fine. If this marriage was a sham from the very beginning, then it's my turn to rewrite the rules now.
Divorce was never meant to be the ending—especially when the script for revenge has only just turned to page one.

At the board meeting, he voted to dilute my equity.

"This is business, Elena. Not personal."

Three years of hidden marriage. I thought we were partners. But in that moment, I finally understood—I was just his technical supplier on the road to success.

What Ryan didn't know: that Technology Contribution Agreement he signed three years ago contained one clause. 70% of NexTech's core algorithm IP belongs to me. Personally.

Product launch day. Two hundred investors watching. I took the microphone.

He thought I'd present the tech specs like always.

He was wrong.

The champagne in my glass had gone flat, but I barely noticed. From our VIP box at the Vienna State Opera House, I watched my husband lean close to the pianist Lucia—close enough that she was practically sitting in my lap.

Five years of marriage. Five years of playing the perfect Habsburg wife, smiling through charity galas and dinner parties, pretending I didn't see the way other women looked at Max, pretending I didn't care when he looked back.

The diamonds at my throat felt like a noose.

Every eye in the opera house was on us. The Viennese elite loved their gossip, and tonight I was serving it up on a silver platter. The wronged wife, the beautiful mistress, the scandal everyone had been waiting for.

I could have endured it. I'd endured worse.

But when my father collapsed in Berlin—his heart giving out—and I called Max with shaking fingers, all I got was his voicemail. Again and again.

That's when I understood. I hadn't been protecting a marriage. I'd been guarding a tomb.

The question wasn't whether I could bear this humiliation.

The question was: why should I?