The 'D' Word

The 'D' Word

  • WpView
    Reads 122
  • WpVote
    Votes 3
  • WpPart
    Parts 6
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing37m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jan 18, 2026
"I never meant to hurt you." Michael says sorrowfully while holding his head in his hands. I look at him as tears stream down my face. "I want a divorce" I whisper brokenly before turning to leave. Michael and Amara were the ultimate power couple they were like Yin & Yang, until they weren't. It started with keeping secrets, then telling lies, they simply grew apart- or that's what they wanted people to think but they knew the truth and infidelity played a big part in it.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The Romance Rekindled: Love After 'I Do [TENYA IIDA x OC]
  • The Hijabi's Boss
  • Cherished Dreams
  • The FIRE in You
  • Divorced Yet Married
  • This Is Me Trying
  • Michael Jackson Fantasy: Let Me Love You

I had been the perfect wife for five years, playing the role with precision and grace. I was everything he wanted me to be-the perfect companion, the perfect partner, the perfect image. But the truth was undeniable: he never loved me. His heart, his thoughts, his desires-every ounce of his being was still consumed by her, his first love. I was just the shadow in the background, the wife who filled the role but never the one he truly craved. The realization hit like a cold slap, and I knew what I had to do. I couldn't live in this hollow illusion any longer. I decided it was time to end the charade, time to move out, to reclaim my own life. But just a week later, he showed up at my door. I hadn't expected him to come. Certainly not this soon. And when I opened it, there he was, standing in the doorway like a storm waiting to break-his face flushed, eyes bloodshot with something raw, something desperate. "Divorce?" His voice was low, thick with something that might have been anger or pain-or both. His gaze pierced through me, a mixture of disbelief and fury. "Say that again." It wasn't a question. It was a command, a challenge, like he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing, but he wanted me to confirm it. And in the heat of that moment, with the air crackling between us, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines