All Chapters of Divorce Me, Mr. Lancaster : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

𝐻𝐴𝑁𝑁𝐴𝐻"He's suffering from amnesia," I heard the doctor say to his parents, the words bleeding through the thin wood of the office door while I sat on the waiting room bench outside.Brenda had practically spat in my face when she told me to stay outside; her voice dripped with venom as she snarled that my presence was just unnecessary. I hadn't even fought her.I had agreed right away because part of me simply didn't care what had happened to Jacob anymore.But amnesia? That was a cruel twist I never saw coming.Jacob couldn't remember a damn thing. Which meant he was completely spared from the memory of how brutally he'd treated me for the last three years."How come he has amnesia, Doctor?" Albert’s voice filtered out, thick with panic."He suffered a severe head injury during the accident, Mr. Lancaster. Frankly, it's a miracle he survived the crash at all, let alone wake up from coma so soon. Cases like this have low survival rate. Most patients are trapped in a vegetative

𝐻𝐴𝑁𝑁𝐴𝐻"Are you sure you want to push through with this?" Mabel asked as she handed me the divorce papers.I took the papers from her and nodded with a smile. ​"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life," I replied. "I'm cutting the anchor, Mabel. It’s finally time I build my own life instead of bleeding myself dry for a man who never loved me.""Oh, my Hannah. I've never been proud of you like I am today," she smiled, pulling me into a hug.I hugged her back fully understanding her. My best friend, Mabel, had been against me marrying Jacob, but because I was too blinded by love, I didn't listen to her."So," Mabel said, pulling back with a bright, curious twinkle in her eye. "What's the grand plan once the ink on these papers dries?"I smoothed down the front of my dress, feeling a spark of actual excitement ignite in my chest. "I'm going to launch my own brand."Mabel gasped, her jaw dropping. "Wait... don't tell me you're finally stepping out of the shadows and

𝐻𝐴𝑁𝑁𝐴𝐻 “Here’s your coffee.” Mabel snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up, startling slightly as she beamed and shoved the steaming mug into my face. I managed a faint, tired smile, accepting the warmth against my hands. Taking a cautious sip, I set the mug down onto the table with a heavy, bone-deep sigh. Mabel sat across from me, casually crossing her legs. "So what's your plan now?" "Still pushing through with it. You should draft another set of divorce papers for me," I replied, my voice steady despite the tremor in my chest. "Didn't you just say Jacob is refusing the divorce?" "I don't care about what he's saying, Mabes. I'm pushing through with the divorce. If he didn't have this damn amnesia, I'm pretty sure he would have signed them without blinking an eye." "I understand where you're coming from, Hannah," Mabel said softly, her eyes softening with concern. "But as your lawyer and your best friend, I have to be honest with you. Jacob's refusal means thi