Adam Savage Divorce Novels & Stories

Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce. That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?" The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake." Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend. I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm ar

I stood up and patted my slightly sore knees, saying, "I suggest that you keep a low profile, Ms. Clifford. The two of you should just get a room if you can't keep your hands off each other. Don't do inappropriate things in a public space." Elena flushed before the color drained from her face. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you trying to poke your nose into my business when I'm just working out? You should take a look at how much weight you've put on instead. How revolting." I nonchalantly spread my arms and said, "You don't have to feel repulsed by me if you just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible, Ms. Clifford. Also, you should comfort your little puppy. He looks terrif

Smiling, he picked it up and left. Jeremy Davis was going through a tough time. His business had gone bankrupt and he had lawsuits coming at him, and if that wasn't bad enough his wife Amber was threatening to leave with their daughters. She told him she couldn't take it anymore, and he needed to do something as soon as possible if not he would be hearing from her lawyers. Jeremy couldn't lose Amber, he didn't want to. After leaving his first wife and daughter, he finally found happiness.

"Calm down. I knew something was definitely wrong the moment you called. You are not the Isabella I used know. Tell me everything. Take your time and tell me all of it so I know where to start helping you." I took a breath. "Lisa... my marriage is over. It is crashing slowly but it is so loud in my head I can barely think." She went very still. "Explain. What do you mean crashing?" "I overheard Edward and his mother." I kept my voice low. "They were planning to push me out. Not just out of the marriage. Out of the family business that was willed to me and Edward. So Edward could get married to Sandra his ex, claiming she offered him contracts and connections through her company. Big ones. an

"But you promised to..." "I know I did dad. I promised to make him fall in love with him as much as I've fallen for him. I really tried but ...the heart knows what it wants." I sniffed as I lifted my face from his chest. " And his heart? His heart doesn't want anything to do with me." "That's bullshit. He just doesn't know what he wants." " We've already signed the divorce papers." I dropped the bomb. His face ashens immediately. "What?" His voice resounded in the whole room. " Why am I hearing this just now?"

He smirked, “You made such a scene, isn’t this what you wanted? To keep me here?” “I didn’t make a scene! I called you here for a divorce!” she fought back. He hated the word “divorce”. He silenced her with a kiss. Tears streamed down her face. She bit him hard, tasting blood. He winced but didn’t let go. She felt sick from the taste of blood in her mouth. She was afraid she might throw up. Percival was oblivious, his mind consumed by the thought of her with someone else. He was like a wild animal, wanting to tear her apart.

"I knew about it before. I saw them together at a hotel outside the pack. I just…didn't know what to say…or do about it. Logan broke down, his body shaking with sobs. "How could you, Esmeralda?" he whispered. "How could you do this to me?" Esmeralda stood up, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I don't love you, Logan. I never did. And I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Arthur is getting a divorce and we'll be official soon. That's all that matters.” And with that, she left the room with Alpha Arthur, leaving the rest of us in stunned silence. I tried to reach for Arthur but Alaina pulled me back. “Let her go. You can't stop it.”

That’s an ideal setting to start executing my plan. I spent the rest of the workday registering two new clients: Client One: A woman who caught her husband cheating in their matrimonial bed with a woman he had introduced as his "cousin" two months ago. Client Two: A man whose business flight was canceled, only for him to return home early and catch his wife with another man. Both wanted a divorce—the woman seeking full custody of her five-year-old daughter and the man determined to make sure his cheating wife left without a single asset.

"You're asking me what you have to do just to make me forgive you, right? So that's the only way, Trevor. Leave me alone and don't ever show up!" "Hell no! You're still my wife and you can't—” "I'm not your wife anymore! Tomorrow, I will sign those papers so you can return to Fairbanks." "Ava, please! I won't agree to divorce now! What about you? What about me? What about our company? What about our parents?"

Alex's POV; I scream in annoyance after getting off the phone with my mother-in-law. I'm in my vehicle, and I just got out of a grocery store. It's almost like my life began to degenerate after I made this divorce stunt, and the negativity of the situation only began to come into play when things had gone a little too far. First, it was the internet soiling my name, then it was Ava trying to steal my husband, next it was Damon almost killing Amos, then it was Amos confessing love to me, and now one of the only people who supported me has turned her back on me.