Adam Savage Divorce Novels & Stories

i felt like I have been hit by an invisible force. Since it is excruciating for you to stay by my side I will continue keeping you in the agony. It would make you an idiot staying with some who cheated on you on the same roof.I wouldn't want to see the person who cheated on me for the rest of my life I would sign the divorce if I were you Davis. Davis coldly exhaled a smoke as he watched me perform. What was wrong with Sara she was digging her own grave Davis could strangle just right there.

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

Still, he attempted to explain himself, "Xy's asthma acted up again. She was in danger, and I…" He didn't have a choice but to leave. "That's why we should get the divorce over with, so you don't have to be locked up with me!" She addressed him with seriousness and ignored the pain she felt. At that moment, all she wanted was to skip unnecessary exchanges and file for divorce. Quentin pursed his lips and quietly stared at her. She turned to leave, but she did not manage to drive for long on the road before pulling over. Coincidentally, John was traveling down the same road. He casually glanced out of his car window and found a Volkswagen Sagitar with a familiar car plate number pulled over a

"I'm not angry, you used me, and now you want a divorce so you can try and get your hands on my money. I've seen greedy, low-down women like you before. I've dealt with the worst of the worst. You are no match for me, baby! It'll never happen! You will never get your hands on one red penny I possess!" My asking him for a divorce was like a slap on his face. It instantly shattered Blake’s pride. My rejection shook him to the core. Blake Crenshaw wasn’t used to anyone denying or rejecting him. In all his cruelty he had done to me, hearing that I didn’t want him anymore, that was like a stab to his high and mighty Crenshaw pride.

Sage warned. “Or else what?” I stood to watch Asher’s retaliation, my eyes half closed as I stood a few feet away. “Haven’t you done enough damage already? You wanted a divorce, right? She’s given it to you. What more do you want?” “I’m not divorcing my wife,” Sage squared his shoulders, grasping the bouquet while he stared fiercely at his brother. “I know your motive and why you’re hellbent on wanting us to divorce, but I’m fixing my marriage and staying with my wife.”

Step by step, he had pushed me away with his own hands, and in doing so, pushed himself into the abyss. The ringing of his phone pulled him from his thoughts. "Mr. Webster, Ms. Cameron contacted me earlier. She'd like to settle the division of assets from the divorce." It was Damon Evans, his attorney. Every time we'd been divorced in the past, Ryland had always given me expensive gifts. Houses, cars, or at the very least, designer handbags worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. When we signed the papers for our most recent divorce, I'd asked for a small portion of his assets for the first time. Compared to everything he'd given me before, it was almost nothing, which was why he hadn't paid

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

To be honest, I felt more like a servant than a partner, like someone they could boss around. When I heard Clement had flown back home, I sent the signed divorce papers to his email. But I got no response. I tried calling. He didn't pick up. A few hours later, his assistant called me back. "Mr. Norman says he'll meet you if you apologize to Ms. Bowen." "Has he looked at the divorce agreement?" The assistant paused before replying, "Mr. Norman says if you want a divorce, you should come find him yourself. He's not falling for your dramatic tricks."

Was Savannah that stupid to choose Ronald over Archer? As the onlookers were busy guessing, at nine o'clock in the morning, the Saunders Enterprises announced that their chairman, Archer, was having a divorce with Savannah. Even though Savannah married Archer, their pre-wedded property had already been divided. Hence, the company's shares had nothing to do with her, and the divorce did not affect the company at all. Not long after the Saunders Enterprises' announcement was released, Savannah and Ronald's love story came to light. The Saunders family's public relations team had already prepared the media draft and they had posted everything in one go.

His expression was the same one he wore in boardrooms when he decided the fate of billion-dollar deals. Today, that same face was deciding the end of her marriage. “Sign it.” His voice was low. Flat. Final. He slid the papers across the desk. The sound was soft. To Ava, it was thunder. Her gaze dropped to the bold heading. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. The words blurred. Her name sat neatly beside his, black ink against white paper, waiting to erase three years of silent devotion. Her chest tightened. Three years of sleeping alone in a king-sized bed.