Divorced Short Dramas

"Stop—Daniel, the f**k are you doing! I came here to learn to swim, not get f**ked!" In the pool, because my kicks were all wrong, Daniel—my husband's cousin—told me to wrap my legs around his waist to "feel the rhythm." Except I was wearing that scarlet bikini Vincent shoved me into—practically nothing. Even worse, Daniel's r**k-hard c**k in those thin trunks was jammed right up against my p**y. Every time he kicked, that thing dragged right over my c**t, like it was about to shove straight inside.

I thought I was the perfect wife and mother, until I heard my husband outside his office, laughing, calling me a "prison warden" and planning to use our daughter as cover while he ran off to Tuscany with his grad student. Everything fell apart. Then my daughter, in front of everyone: "That's just our annoying nanny." I tried to hold on to what was left of our family, but my daughter shoved me down the stairs. I lost the baby, and my husband just checked his watch while I bled out on the floor. They locked me in and left for Italy. Alone in the hospital, they told me I'd lost the baby and had "memory damage." Now they're back, expecting the same obedient wife. She's gone. And I'm done loving them.

I'm Jennifer, a stay-at-home mom. I gave up my art career eight years ago to take care of my family. My husband Julian and my son Garry, they're my whole world. But lately, I've noticed them getting closer to Mia, Julian's secretary. Little things. Garry asking where "Miss Mia" is. Julian mentioning her at dinner. I told myself it was nothing. I kept quiet. I put up with it. Until last week, when Garry broke his arm playing hockey. The school called Mia, not me. She was listed as his emergency contact. That's when I knew I was done.

Married to the head of the Valenti family for five years. Kidnapped on our anniversary. Pregnant a month later. Five paternity tests said the baby wasn't his. My husband got a vasectomy and swore he'd raise the child as his own. I believed him. Then came the therapy. The drugs. Nightmares where I was pinned down by multiple men, so real I could feel their hands hours after waking. I scrubbed my skin raw. Tried to end it six times. He saved me every time. Held my hand. Told me no one would ever hurt me again. Until the night I heard him laughing about it in his study. The kidnapping was staged. The nightmares were chemicals. The DNA reports were forged. All of it — designed by my own husband to protect another woman. Now I have a recording, a divorce agreement, and a very small box of ashes. He's marrying her next week. I'll make sure he gets my wedding gift on time.

My husband, Arthur, forced me to take private training sessions with his buddy Marcus, saying my body wasn’t good enough for him to really enjoy himself in bed. But on the very first day, Marcus started getting handsy with me. “Coach, stop. I’m here to work out, not have an affair,” I bit back a moan, trying to push away the “help” he was giving me with my squats. What I didn’t expect was for him to start rubbing his thing against my pussy.

Ambushed by a rival syndicate. My mafia husband had to choose — save me, or save his childhood sweetheart. I was five months pregnant with his heir. She was the love of his life. He chose me. She died. He said it was fine. Took time off work. Bought out every baby store in the city. Made me warm milk every night. I thought I'd finally won his heart. Until the day our son was born. He carried our baby to her grave. My son never came back. "You thought you won? The day she died, you were already dead to me. I just needed the heir first." Then he had me beaten to death beside her tombstone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that ambush. This time, I let go of his sleeve. Go save your sweetheart. I'm done begging.

Three years after my pilot husband "died" in a plane crash, I walk in on him cutting a birthday cake for his three-year-old son backstage at the company memorial gala. Luke freezes in the lounge, his hand still on the knife, staring at me. His parents rush over to shield him. The same couple who screamed at me in the funeral home, wishing I'd died instead of him. "Nora, just calm down. There's an explanation..." Claire covers her slightly rounded belly, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry, Nora. My baby needs his father. Please, I'm begging you. I couldn't help myself—I love him." I thought I'd break down. Thought I'd scream. But all that guilt, all that self-blame, three years of missing him burns away the second I see the truth. Nothing's left.

Everyone in our circle knows I'm Adrian's caged bird, and the "bad woman" his son Miles hates most. For Miles, I gave up my fellowship in Zurich and spent seven years playing housewife. What did I get in return? Adrian took Sophie to gallery openings on our anniversary. Miles smashed cake in my face in front of everyone, calling me a frumpy housewife. Adrian was certain I couldn't leave him. Certain I couldn't leave our son. He threw the divorce papers on the table with a cold smile. "Sign this, and you lose everything. Including Miles." He expected me to beg on my knees. I didn't. I picked up the pen and signed without hesitation. "Fine, Adrian. You keep Miles. And I get to keep myself." For just a moment, I saw shock flash in his eyes. I heard later that Adrian searched for me like a madman, and the son he doted on cried and screamed for his mommy. Too bad. I'd already burned it all down myself.

I'm an OB-GYN. On Valentine's Day, I pulled a ring out of a woman's vagina. It turned out to be my husband's wedding ring. An hour before, he'd texted me. Said he loved me. Said he was too busy with work to come home. I wanted a divorce. Needed one. But then I found out—our marriage was never registered. In his manor, I was nothing. Just a fake wife. He grabbed me by the throat—right in front of his mistress. Called me "damaged goods." Said I'd spent a year in another man's house. But that year, I went as a hostage in his place. I ran. Made it to the cliff's edge, covered in blood. And the man who saved me? The mafia godfather who'd held me captive that whole year. He looked at me. "Marry me."

Isabel Quinn, the daughter of the wealthiest man in Kaldia, breaks ties with her father, Frank, to pursue love and marries Loren Davis. During her pregnancy, she faces complications due to an abnormal fetal position. As she prepares for childbirth, Shirley—Loren's female best buddy—claims Isabel is merely being dramatic doing it for attention and vanity. Loren, swayed by her words, forces Isabel to transfer hospitals. Meanwhile, Frank receives news of his daughter's impending delivery and arrives with lavish gifts...

After divorcing her indecisive husband, the mysterious writer Dorothy chose to prove herself through her talent — she created her most important work, silenced her jealous sister-in-law, and finally found her true love.

She gave up everything for love. He gave her nothing but betrayal. When her powerful father arrived, three billionaires knelt to greet him. Her husband finally understood—he'd married an empire… and destroyed it. Now, with their baby gone and lies spreading online, the real war begins. Some betrayals can only be paid in blood.

"Steven left his wife Tessa for a chance with his first love, never realizing she was actually the heiress to the powerful Vance family. When the Vance fortune quietly withdrew, his empire collapsed overnight. Now, desperate and begging for a second chance, he's met only with Tessa's cold rejection. But that's not all—a new man from high society is pursuing her, and Steven's ex has returned with a hidden scheme. Now, he's about to learn the hard way: The wife he walked away from is now the woman he can never have back."

Maddie, a 250-pound housewife, is heartbroken when her husband Luke abandons her for his mistress, Olivia. Determined to rebuild her life, she undergoes a dramatic weight-loss transformation and emerges as a stunning, confident woman. With the help of Felix—her childhood friend, secret admirer, and now a billionaire—Maddie exacts a calculated revenge on Luke, Olivia, and even Luke’s manipulative mother.