99th Divorce Novel Full Novels & Stories

The baby had already grown tiny hands and feet. But it still couldn't stay. That time, I completely broke down. I grabbed the divorce agreement from Gary's hand, signed my name across it, and threw it back at him. "I've had enough. Let's just get divorced!" My throat tightened as I shouted like a madman, my voice shaky and desperate. Gary looked at me in surprise. Then, he laughed. He reached out and slowly pulled me into his arms, his voice gentle. "Don't be silly. Back then, I proposed to you 99 times before you agreed to marry me. If we're going to divorce, we'll wait until we reach the 99th agreement. Otherwise, I'd be taking too big a loss."

I yanked my hand free and said frigidly, "Henry, get a grip. I gave you a chance before. Yet, did you even consider how I would feel that day when you rushed off carrying Loretta in your arms without the slightest hint of hesitation? "Did you seriously take me for a fool? Just because I didn't expose what you did, you thought you could really keep your relationship with Loretta from me forever? "You've lost your final chance with me. I only came here today to inform you about the divorce. There's no room for discussion over the matter." Henry made another promise when he saw how firm I was regarding my decision. "If you agree to not go through with the divorce, I promise that I'll never see

With a broken heart, a weakened eyeballs that were tired of crying, and my weak soul I look up to him "Congratulations Nickolas Michealson you have succeeded in breaking down my walls, from today I'm giving you the freedom you have always wanted, you can have the traitor you love so much, I strip myself off every legal right you and I have over each other" I pulled off my wedding ring "Here…." I showed him the ring and threw it away in the rain "I Ava Della Sanchez, Divorce you Nickolas Michealson as my lawfully wedded husband, I give you the freedom you've wanted so much. Sorry for bothering your life, and sorry for ever loving you, I will sign the divorce papers and send it back to you"

POV NIKOLAI The world didn't end with a bang or a whimper. It ended with a signature. I stared at the digital confirmation on my tablet: DECREE ABSOLUTE. CASE #992-SANTORO/VERONESI. Three years of a sham marriage. Ninety days of a war for survival. And now, I was officially nothing to Rachelle Veronesi. I was a stranger with a shared history and a body full of her stitches.

Chapter 3 Jessica’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Charlie growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

He stood up slowly, his face returning to the past cold and distant demeanor. He took out a small green booklet from his bag and tossed it onto me, saying, "No need to go through the trouble. This is what you've been yearning for." I was momentarily stunned, holding it in my hands. On the deep green cover, the words "Divorce Document" shone uncomfortably in the sunlight, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Jaclyn Dills was indeed that kind of person; when it came to divorce, he could handle it without my involvement. I suddenly looked up, "Perry."

“Sign here,” he said calmly, but firm. He pushed the divorce papers across the table. The young, gentle-looking woman across from him froze. She slowly picked them up, staring in disbelief. She had never imagined that this marriage would come to an end. Gathering what little strength she had left, she asked in a broken voice, as if the papers could magically turn from divorce papers into a land title, “What’s this, Victor?” Victor clenched his fingers tightly. “Look, Elara,” he said, lifting his gaze to meet hers straight, emotionless.

NYLA The ink was still wet on the divorce papers when Aeron turned his back on me, already calling his assistant to book a flight to Paris. I expected a third anniversary gift; instead, he offered me divorce papers and a one-way ticket out of his life. "Mrs. King?" Daniel, Aeron's lawyer, called my name, snapping me back to reality. "Walk me through it, Daniel," I said, straightening my posture. "What happens now?" "Well, for the next ninety days you'll continue living as Mrs. King," he calmly explained, carefully paging through a stack of papers.

The unforgiving concrete tasted of rust and rain. Chloe’s vision blurred as she hit the driveway, the impact driving the air from her lungs in a sharp, ragged gasp. The icy downpour instantly soaked through the thin, threadbare cotton of her dress, plastering it to her bruised skin. Around her, a flurry of crisp, white papers fluttered down like mocking doves, instantly turning to translucent mush in the puddles. The divorce papers. "Don't make this uglier than it has to be, Chloe," a voice drawled from above.

No wonder Corbin simply couldn't forget about her. "You're not breaking up anything. Everything here should've belonged to you anyway." Corbin snatched the papers from me and threw them onto the table. "Are you done, Skylar? Ingrid has always been so busy at work, and it's not often she gets to come back to Novington like now! Why must you make things so awkward for her as soon as you meet?" I was calm as I answered, "I'm not. I just want to divorce you, as you wished. That way, you both can get together."