Brotherly Fortress After Divorce Novels & Stories

The Ford brothers are a curse! I exhale sharply and rub my temple. “I’m tired. I don’t feel like eating.” His smile fades. He walks toward me. “Are you okay?” I shove him back. “Leave me alone.” He stares at me, stunned. “What’s wrong, Sara? Talk to me.” Something snaps. “I’m tired!” I shout. “Tired of you! Your stupid brother! Jason! Khlan! All of it! I just want to go home and have some peace!”

“That’s what made the divorce so unexpected.” I shifted slightly, tracing idle patterns on his chest as the memories came back. “Marcus and I… we didn’t have much. We were always planning for the future together. After I lost my mother, his family became mine. I didn’t want to be alone.” I paused. “Maybe that’s why I tolerated so much.” His arm tightened around me possessively, “He made me feel loved. Safe,” I continued. “He really did. We both wanted a better life. I just never expected betrayal.”

My body is shivering. “You're my sister.” “Step sister,” she corrected, her smile widening. “And I just took what belongs to me.” My chest rose and I fell as I struggled to breathe. “Enough,” Freddie said while standing up. He went to the table and picked up some paper. Then walked towards me and pushed them into my hands. “Sign it.” I looked down at the papers, my vision blurry as I hoped it wasn't what I thought. “Divorce papers,” he said flatly. “Let's end this.”

After divorcing my unfaithful husband, Yale Gibson, I end up completely miserable. So when we remarry, I become the perfect wife he always wanted. When rumors swirl about him and Willow Leeds, I step forward to clear his name. When Willow falsely accuses me, he turns a blind eye while I immediately take the blame and apologize. Even when I'm set up and brought to the police station, I refuse to call him to bail me out. I simply tell the officers I have no family, letting them lock me up for an entire week. Seven days later, the heavy gates of the police station clang open at dusk. A sleek black Cullinan screeches to a halt right in front of me. Yale strides over, his brow furrowed sligh

Me: leave me the fuck alone TBROTHER:why when you can't Even stand up for yourself why should I leave you alone huh.?, Me: I'm not related to you so fucke off. TBROTHER: wrong we are related brother in law you're my sisters man forget that.? Me: You took my woman what's wrong with you,.? TBROTHER: no I didn't she was available and made for me so i took what's mine heard that.? Me: she's mine dammit if I can't get her no one else will.

I stood up immediately and stepped away. “I’m fine.” He looked at me, not convinced. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” My heart trembled. There were so many things I wanted to say. I did not want the divorce. I loved him. I was pregnant with his child. And that gift… Did it mean something? Did he still care, even a little? I opened my mouth. But before I could speak “Even after the divorce,” he said calmly, “you will still be my sister.” “You can rely on me like family.”

Ah there it was the whole reason why they kept in contact with me during my marriage with Jacob it was only for the money, after our mother left they used me in anyway they could if its going to bring them cash, looking down on the table choosing my words carefully “ I have no money, Jacob and I are divorced “ I could see the minute that my words register in his brain, one minute he was standing behind the isles the next he was in front of me with his hand wrap around my next, squeezing the life out of me. I don't know if it was the alcohol that made me numb but for whatever reason I didn't fight him, I let him get it out of his system “ You B*tch, why? Would you be divorced, uh” I couldn't

The line went quiet for a second before Adrian spoke again, more serious now, more grounded in reality than his son seemed capable of being. “No, Fred. You didn’t listen when we warned you before the divorce, and look where that got you. If there’s any decency left in you… let her go.” “But I can’t,” Frederick choked out, his voice breaking as the weight of everything finally crashed into him, tears spilling freely now. On the other end, Adrian went silent for a moment, the helplessness settling in before he forced himself to say what needed to be said. “She’s your brother’s wife now,” he said quietly. “Don’t make this worse than it already is.”

"Don't think I don't know what kind of person your husband is. When that old man came to our house with the betrothal gifts, I asked. It's the Frost family! the Frost family of Jelaston! Five hundred thousand is nothing to you? Charlotte, how did I not realize you're a heartless person?!" A bitter taste rose in my throat, feeling utterly powerless. "I getting a divorce, Uncle Bob. I'm cutting ties with the Frost family soon." Bob and Bradley exclaimed in unison, "Divorce?!" I nodded. "Yes." Bob was taken aback for a moment, then shrugged indifferently. "You're going to divorce. It's not like you're already divorced, right? It's him wanting the divorce? Ah, men. It's normal to crave the outsi

"Honey, something came up at the office. You go ahead and get discharged first. We'll talk when I get home." He hung up in a rush. I lowered my hand and stared at the park, at the children running and laughing in the sun. After a long moment, I made a call. "Lucas, I want a divorce." My brother, Lucas Bergman, went quiet for a few seconds. He didn't try to talk me out of it. He just said, "If you need help, just say the word. Don't carry it all on your own." I let out a soft "Mm," and a small warmth flickered in my chest.