99th Divorce Novel Full Novels & Stories

Whatever this was, it'll soon be over. He would sign whatever she put in front of him. And he would not know until it was already done. The phone vibrated. Lawrence. “Already in motion. Divorce papers go in the second stack. He signs within the hour. Will confirm when complete.” Within the hour. I read it twice. Set the phone down. I pressed my hand back to my stomach one more time, not dramatically, just quietly. "Nearly done," I said. Just that. The monitor beeped.

A reluctant smile curved my lips as soon as I emptied my glass. I breathed hard, then looked up to meet the cold breeze and ease all the troubling thoughts in my head, but somehow the glittering stars, and peaceful night sky couldn’t make the cut. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol that tasted bitter, or the feeling weighing down my chest, but no matter how much I drink, I could still vividly remember my last conversation with Damian. What a ruthless husband. How can he shamelessly ask me for a divorce right after I overlooked his scandalous affair?

My voice was hoarse as I asked her, "Lucy, are you sure you want to divorce me over a drinking-game challenge? This is our ninth divorce. I won't remarry you again. I'll ask you one last time. Do you really want this?" I remembered how we had gotten together. She pursued me first, staging nine elaborated declarations of love that people still talked about on campus. And yet, on the very night we registered our marriage, she'd asked for a divorce. At the time, I had asked why. She had smirked and said, "I humiliated myself declaring my love for you nine times. Even if I divorce you nine times, you can take it. You owe me this!" That was why I endured all those humiliations, telling myself it

It felt like someone just emptied a drum of freezing water on me at once. “I suggest you sign the divorce papers tomorrow and leave my fucking house,” he added, his tone completely void of emotion. I stood frozen, staring at both of them, my heart breaking in real time. This was our house.... ours. Janice leaned closer to him, her fingers lightly gripping his shirt as she pouted innocently. “Vincent,” she said softly, “please make her leave already. I don’t want her hurting the baby, since she's barren. You know how cruel wombless women can be. "

She’s writing to tell me where she is. But when he gets back to the estate and tears open the envelope with trembling hands, he sees two words, stark and brutal, at the top of the page. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. Marcello stares at the document. It’s clear and concise. She wants a complete and total divorce. Because he once bought her a ten-million-dollar necklace, she is voluntarily giving up her share of the family trust and all assets. She’s walking away with nothing. All she wants is her freedom.

"RECENT FINDINGS AND SOURCES HAVE REPORTED THAT THERE WAS A LOT OF SECRETS IN THEIR MARRIAGE. FOR INSTANCE, ALPHA NATHANIEL ENDURED TWO YEARS OF MARRIAGE WITH HIS EX-WIFE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SHE WAS BARREN AND HAD NO WOMB." I inhaled sharply, feeling like a bomb was dropped on the car. Blood rushed through my ears as I clutched my chest, struggling to breathe. This couldn't be happening to me. It wasn't possible. But it was, and it just kept going on and on. "OTHER SOURCES CLAIM THAT THE FINAL STRAW WHICH LED TO THE DIVORCE WAS A MENTAL ILLNESS WHICH ATTACKED THE EX-WIFE, CLARA. ON THE REPORTED DAY OF DIVORCE, SHE WAS FOUND CRYING AND THROWING HERSELF ON THE STREET, A CLEAR SIGN THAT SHE

Jenifer Point of view: I looked at him straight to his eyes and did the thing that he never expected me to do. I locked my gaze with his. And slowly removed my wedding ring from my finger while he was looking at me intensely. I removed the ring and raised at his face which seemed to snap him. "What?" he questioned me. "Its not mine anymore. Actually it never have been mine. You know why?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "Because Marriage Is not a deal Mr. Robinson. Its a commitment filled with love, trust and care. The ring has only value if we both love and care but you didn't have that. But I loved you. That is the only reason i agreed for divorce." with that i threw the ring at his face he s

“I’ve got your back.” “You always do. Thank you, my love. I’ll be home by nine.” “Have a good day. I love you.” “I love you too.” The call ended, and I felt even better. I went back to searching for a novel until I found one… actually, it wasn’t a novel. It was a nonfiction book on marital problems written by a divorce lawyer. I thought it was interesting. And it had enough pages to keep me busy for the rest of the day.

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay.

Now, you won't have to lie awake at 3:00 am staring at the ceiling, stressing over rent anymore, and you'll never have to drink until you throw up just to suck up to clients anymore! I had thought tonight would be one of the best nights of our lives. Yet, what awaited me was a divorce agreement that needed my signature. Suppressing the tremor in my lips, I inquired, "Where's the pen?" He tilted his chin toward the undercarriage of the coffee table.