Adam Savage Divorce Novels & Stories

I wanted to tear her apart. Sage tutted, clicking her tongue as she sauntered over to me, her face inches from mine. "Can't bear to hear anything about your beloved wife, hmm?" she whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "How about this, Ryder…Why don't you just divorce her? You sign the papers, I kill her, and then…" She trailed her fingers down my chest, and my stomach churned with disgust. "Then you and I can get married. Happy ending, right?"

“Serena, you are the best person I know. Truly. But I swear to God, if you let Florence Foster Fuckery move in and rearrange your marriage like chess pieces, I will take matters into my own hands.” “I just—” “No.” She leans forward, eyes blazing. “Listen to me…” She grabs my hands and continues. “She left him. She humiliated him. She broke him. And yeah, maybe she’s been through hell. But so have you. And you didn’t try to implode someone else’s life to cope.” I stare at the screen. Savannah’s smile beams back at me from a red carpet six years ago. Hair sleek. Hand on James’ arm. Another one with her hand on his face.

"What am I doing? Savannah Lea, I should be asking you this question. What do you think I am? Divorce? Ha? I'm not crazy, am I? How could I encounter such a ridiculous thing?" "Is it ridiculous?" Although Savannah's hands were shackled, she did not show any weakness. "If it's ridiculous to divorce you, isn't it ridiculous that you cheated on me with Rainie George?" After thinking for a while, Savannah smiled again and said, "Yes, I'm ridiculous. The most ridiculous thing is to marry a scumbag like you!" "You!" Callan's pupils shrank, and his nerves were stimulated to the limit by Savannah. With a force in his hand, Savannah's wrists were pinched by him and creaked.

Selfish! "You don't need to instill any feelings in me because I will never reciprocate. Everything I did when I touched you was so that other people could see that we were happy. Always smile and remove your bitter face, remember that I can't possibly love you. And if you're not pregnant while my girlfriend is pregnant, that's when our divorce process starts. Do you understand?" This moment was the first time I set foot in this large and magnificent house, after our wedding dinner. How about now?

Kent listened in silence, looking uncertain. Pinel's gaze fell on him again, and he knew it was time to answer. Kent met his gaze. “She and I are not getting a divorce.” He knew that Pignell's urge to divorce him and Miriam had nothing to do with Carey. As soon as he spoke, Pinel's face changed. He scolded sternly: “Asshole!” "Are you trying to ruin the Harris family's reputation?" "I don't mean that."

She played the role of a financial expert, relationship counselor, and part-time lawyer all-in-one, lecturing me for almost an hour. Her entire speech came down to one sentence. "Only an idiot would divorce a man like Ivan!" Ivan was the ideal husband in her eyes and in the eyes of plenty of other women. I had once thought so, too. He was handsome, rich, easygoing, and had no annoying parents pressuring us to have children. The Sanders family was quite democratic and did not interfere in their children's marriages. Ivan was the youngest son, so he could enjoy every privilege without shouldering any of the family's responsibilities.

He muttered while I stared at him in confusion and disbelief. How could he be so cold towards me? Why wasn’t he remorseful? Mason walked towards Lucia, slapping her on the bum as he walked past her to make way for her drawer, and brought out an envelope. He towered over me, dropping them on the floor before me. “These are the divorce papers!” “I recommended the divorce lawyer just in case” A smirk crept at the corner of her mouth while I stared at her horrified and in shock. This wasn’t the Lucia that I knew. This wasn’t my twin sister. This had to be a clone or a nightmare.

she said as we stood up. “What’s the point?” I asked. “The divorce is coming. Once the papers are signed, we’ll be strangers in the same city.” Savannah looked annoyed at the rejection, but the prospect of my permanent exit clearly comforted her. “Fair enough. When that day comes, I’ll be the only one left standing in his shadow,” she said, throwing a sharp look my way before disappearing into the mountain mist. At 2:30 p.m., I sat across from Dr. Harris after the labs came back. He scanned the data, adjusted his glasses, and looked at me with an unreadable expression.

That bitch thinks because she and Gray were childhood sweetheart I should be gone so she can have h again. "Believe me, Gray, I didn’t do any of this," I pleaded, grabbing Gray's hands, desperate for him to see the truth. But he shoved my hands away, his touch as cold as ice. "Enough!" he shouted, thrusting a document into my hands. I looked down to see the word "Divorce" printed at the top. My vision blurred as tears welled up, and I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what was happening.

I ask Dante, still studying the photo. “Our team at IronClad is blocking it.” I nod. Good. “My source says Ashford filed for divorce this afternoon,” Vivian adds. “He is cleaning house now that his lover is back.” I make a sound. It might be a laugh, but it is cold and dry. I turn away from the window and sit behind the desk. My desk now. For the first time all day, I feel a spark of interest. “His wife,” I say, leaning back on the chair. “Do we have a name?”