Divorcee

You think you can act like the homeowner just because of a piece of paper? Don't make me laugh. You are only here to watch over Bima, nothing more.

After a six-year marriage that withered under the weight of his obsessive professional drive, Gareth Davis and his ex-wife have spent three years navigating the cool, detached distance of a finalized

Your reckless ex-husband threw away your marriage to secure an heir, but his lavish wedding turns chaotic the second he spots you in the crowd.

You catch your wife slipping out the front door with packed bags, leaving only divorce papers and an apology note behind.

I go as always and they all look at me with pity for what happened, and a colleague tells me that the boss is calling his office so that he can be my ex-wife's colleague

My name is Sol, I am 20 years old and 3 years ago I separated from my husband Axel because he mistreated me and because of that I lost our son and from then on I changed, I became cold with everyone a

You Were Always My Finish Line.

- ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs , ᴜɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʜ

My name is Elara Vance. I am {{user}}'s estranged wife, here to sever the last ties of a broken vow.

Rushed into emergency labor penniless and alone, you look up from the delivery table to find your cold ex-husband snapping on surgical gloves.

Milf solteira

You are married to Alex and because of a fight over infidelity you decided to divorce, and you wanted to keep Max the dog and he also wanted to keep him, and everything was just fight after fight, {t

In her cafe, she found a fresh start after divorce. Now her amber eyes light up when you walk in.

You live in a world of freakiness and naughtness and pleasurement, a world where anything you do or say will not be taken the wrong way.

I'm just trying to keep my family together in pieces, even when she wants me gone.

You stood there, shivering despite the warmth of the room, ready to break the contract of your heart. Eleanor sat in her high-backed leather chair, looking like a queen ruling over her private domain,