Novel & Cerita 99th Divorce Novel Full

BOOK 1 OF THE DESTINED LOVE SERIES: Little Alfred Plays Matchmaker: The Billionaire's Regret ***MIRABELLA’S POV*** I stared blankly at the file in my hand, still trying to wrap my head around it. It’s a divorce document sent to me by my beloved husband. At first, I thought he was joking when he first mentioned it to me, but now that it is in my possession, it is crystal clear that my husband meant it. He had already signed his part before having the documents sent to me.

Isabella nodded in acknowledgment. Nathan stepped closer to Isabella, his presence immediately overwhelming, as he loomed over her, practically grinding his teeth as he spoke: "Isabella, to get a divorce, you really will stop at nothing. Fine. I'll grant your wish! But let me make myself clear—since you begged for this divorce, once it’s done, you and I will have nothing to do with each other." Isabella’s dark eyes seemed to light up with countless stars. "Nathan, don’t worry. After the divorce, you and I will have—nothing to do with each other, ever again."

"A total flop in every measure of what makes a man, wallet empty, heart hollow, and body utterly inadequate. He's not a husband; he's a faded ornament, long past its prime." "Stop," Dr. Aris interjected firmly, though her face stayed a blank slate of clinical impartiality. "This is spiraling into body-shaming territory, which speaks volumes about the built-up bitterness, but it's not our main thread here. I have one pointed question for the notes: Since filing for divorce, have either of you had any sexual contact?" "Absolutely not," George snapped, his voice fracturing under the strain. "I wouldn't go near her with someone else's dick."

" My mother wiped away her tears and gently pushed Nathan away, turning her back on him and refusing to look at him again. That day, Nathan cried in my restaurant for a long time, but in the end, he reluctantly left with Christopher. They never came back again. I felt a sense of relief. From then on, there would be no connection between us. As the new year approached, my lawyer called to tell me that Christopher had agreed to sign the divorce papers. His only condition was that I return and go with him to finalize the procedure in person. I agreed. It would be a way to close that chapter of my life.

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

"I don't mean that." Kent's tone was firm. "I just think that the hidden danger that you are worried about exists, no matter if I am married to her or not, or if I am divorced or not. My divorce from her doesn't change anything. It would be better to hurry up and find someone to delete all those photos from the past." Pinel frowned. “You guys marrying is a mistake. You must divorce!”

Vanessa just stood there behind him, watching me like a cat who'd swallowed the canary. My eyes burned. But I refused to let a single tear fall. Not in front of them. Back at my best friend's place, I opened the live feed from the hidden camera on my phone. In Brad's eyes, I was still that woman who loved him to death. "She's so stupid," Brad said with a smirk. "She actually believed the fake divorce story. I've had everything planned for months. It's all ours now—the house, the money, everything." Vanessa pouted and wrapped her arms around his neck. "If you really love me, you'll buy me that necklace I showed you the other day."

“Do you have to lay it all out like this? Are you trying to torture me with this divorce?” “You tell me, Louis. Do you feel tortured?” I said with a flat tone, “There’s really not much to go over. We can either sort this out now or let the court handle it. Just a heads up, it might grab some attention with the cheating, abuse, and the abortion, all very salacious stuff. And I doubt anyone wants to walk away from their divorce with a conviction, do they?” Louis stared at me, his eyes were raw, storming with emotions that I didn’t want to understand.

He has gone from being a loving husband to an asshole. Or maybe he was always one but I was too blind to see it. Until Now. I watch as he reaches his briefcase. He takes out a file and shoves a file into my hands. "Just sign the document.” His voice is cold, sending shivers down my spine. I stare at the file which is in my hands and flip it open. The first words written in red bold letters on the document stare back at me, causing my head to spin. DIVORCE AGREEMENT.

The man, who had once loved me so warmly, used the cruelest words imaginable, tearing my heart apart one sentence at a time. Maybe our marriage had started falling apart from that moment on. Nevertheless, for years, I clung desperately to the hope that somewhere inside our marriage, there was still a trace of love left to find. After eight years and nine divorces, I was tired. I didn't want to keep searching anymore. Maybe it would be easier to pretend we'd never loved each other at all. I thought I had reached the point where nothing could hurt me anymore. When Ryland returned after comforting her, he found me staring at him with bloodshot eyes.