99th Divorce Novel Full Novels & Stories

The bleeding increased, and my body grew colder. "Fine! We'll divorce now!" Nick made several calls in front of me. With his power, divorce was a small matter that did not have to be delayed until morning. The bureau chief tried to exchange pleasantries, but Nick shouted, "Divorce! Don't you understand? Now!" The other end went silent. About five minutes later, they spoke again, "Mr. Hawk, the paperwork is done." Nick stood by my bed, slowly closing his eyes. "You heard them. They say we're divorced."

I sobbed. “That's a bastard of a guy. Don't do anything stupid okay? Come visit me” I nodded as if she was standing in front of me. I cut the call, wiping my tears. I went to my office to go over my files an hour before the meeting. As I sat down, I took sight of a newspaper lying on my daily newspaper table. I walked over and took it out. ANTONIO DANTE BRINGS IN A NEW MISTRESS AND DIVORCES HIS WIFE, STELLA ROMILLY.

He stated, exchanging knowing glances with his father and I wondered what the secret eye talks would be all about. “Since you've met and would eventually get married, I might as well give you both soke space to bond.” His father stated and I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, tensed by the fact that I'd be left alone with Radriel in one space. “I see you finally got a hold of your senses and divorced Nick.” He shrugged, picking up the divorce letter and skimming through it. “My divorce none of your business, Mr Radriel.” I smiled, while shooting him a hard glare and he stood up, walked over to the mini bar they had at their dining and poured himself a drink.

The moon hung there, half-eaten, pale and isolated. "I want a divorce."

"Don't take it personally. Victor's just emotional today, so he's acting out a little. Give me some time to calm him down. Once he's stable, we'll get married again. This time, we won't divorce anymore." I didn't answer. At Victor's urging, Charlotte drove away. I had believed that same promise seven times already. Every time, I believed her. Every time, I was fooled. The first divorce happened because Charlotte forgot Victor's birthday. The second happened because Victor lost his beloved cat. The third happened because Victor had a nightmare and said he dreamed Charlotte didn't want him anymore after she got married. And this time, it was because Charlotte had prepared a gift for me and not

"Ok." With this, she hangs up and moves towards the cupboard. She opens the cupboard door where some more papers were kept. She sees a blue file and picks it up, but some more papers fall down. There was a note in them, which attracted her because it didn't seem like any special paper. It was a faded yellow piece of paper with handwritten notes on it. She read through the note. "You did the right thing by divorcing a whore like me." *******************************

Jotham opened his beautiful green eyes and then checked his wristwatch, "thank goodness you are awake, Julie. It's been three days since you've passed and I've not left your side since." "Who cares? Like you didn't cause all these? Where's that man you were punching blue-black? Where's my husband?" "Dr. T had promised to divorce you. You need to sign the divorce papers, Julie." "You must be insane. Why will I divorce my husband?" "Cause I'm the only man who can have you." "Where's is he? I need to see him." "Only after you have agreed to sign his divorce papers." "No. Why are you ruining my happy life, Jotham. Go for your 'Mirabel." Why are you this obsessed with me when you had me in the pa

But instead, she took a deep breath. “I want a divorce.” Andy blinked. “Divorce? You’re joking.” But Anna wasn’t smiling. “No, Andy. I’m done. I won’t share a roof with you and your mistress.” Andy scoffed. “Be serious, Anna. You can’t live without me. You need me.” Anna’s smile turned deadly. “Oh, you think so?” She stepped closer, her voice sharp as a dagger. “Watch me, dear husband. I can live without you.”

My focus was on the document he threw onto the table in front of me. The divorce papers. The pages fluttered slightly as they landed, the black ink glaring up at me like a wound. “This,” the old man growled, “is what I received this morning from our family lawyer. Your wife, your contracted wife. has filed for separation. Two days before the agreement expired. And she’s already signed.” I said nothing. My jaw tightened as I looked down at the papers. The words blurred slightly, but the signature at the bottom was clear. Alice Markson.

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”