Application For Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband, Julian Calloway, told me he had been reborn and wanted a divorce. “Three months from now, I’ll go bankrupt. You’ll work yourself to death helping me pay off my debts, and you’ll die young. “This time, I absolutely refuse to drag you down with me. Take this $9,000,000. We’ll get divorced—” Before he could finish, I picked up the pen and signed. “Fine. Just transfer the money to my account.” That evening, while I was gathering my things from the living room, I overheard Julian’s secretary, Naomi Foster, speaking smugly through his phone. “I can’t believe she’s actually that stupid. How did she ever get into Harvard? “You made up some ridic

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"It's 'cause you married ME. You got to flash the Cortese name. And now you're losing your mind over a stripper?" He was shaking—could've been fury, could've been shame. Fists clenched, veins popping. "I'm done!" he roared, loud enough to rattle the windows. "I'm done living like a damn parasite! Done letting you pull the strings!" I didn't blink. "Then what do you want, Damon?" He sucked in a breath, eyes wild—like he was walking himself off a cliff. "I want a divorce."

“You’re imagining things, Sophia. Nothing happened last night.” “Then why did you look so hurt when you kicked the door open?” His eyes flew open. “What?” “I saw the look in your eyes.” I swallowed. “My mom must have said something to—” “Drop it.” “But—” “Drop it, Sophia.” He grabbed his coffee, pushed mine toward me, and walked out of the kitchen. If this was what marriage looked like—two people sharing a house but not a life—then I wanted no part of it.

"You know, little girl, he just needs to fuck me again to remember how much he likes my body and come running back to me." "Oh, I doubt that! He doesn't seem very excited to see you in your intimate apparel. Trust me, I know what he looks like when he's turned on." Manu responded confidently and full of herself, which filled me with pride. "But let me tell you, your divorce scam won't last much longer, after all, the hearing is coming up, and then your divorce will be on paper again. But everyone here knows the reality, right?! The reality is that this divorce was finalized seven years ago, and that paper you're so proudly waving around, saying the divorce decree was revoked, it's nothing bu

no one deserves this cruelty . Why my fate is so poor that .. I got all this .. I have never done bad to anyone but still I am living such trash life .. . . . I walked out from bathroom and opened my cupboard for my clothes .. there I saw .. divorce papers .. Varun's signature is over it .. ' you should leave him .. now you're not useful to him .. one or other day he will know about it .. and will leave you .. What are you waiting for .. to faced humiliation by him .. would you be able to live your life alone after he and his family kicked you out from this house by calling you names ..

After five years of marriage, my place in his heart still could not compare to that of a mere secretary. How pathetic. I lowered my gaze. Since he no longer loved me, then I would set him free. Holding the divorce papers, I headed straight to the courthouse. “Ma’am, I need to confirm that your relationship has truly broken down before we can process the divorce.” I nodded and pulled out my phone to call Julian. I already knew he was furious and would not answer. Just as expected, after the call was rejected more than ten times, the staff approved the application and stamped the papers.

I said as I heard her heels click slowly and my door closed. I closed the other files I was looking at and kept them aside, I needed to see what this was. DIVORCE PETITION I read silently and the words sent daggers to my heart and I almost ran out of breath. She filed a divorce case. Faryah did. Why would she?. Why was this happening to me. I coughed loudly as I got up from my seat and walked to the water dispenser in my office and poured a cup of cold water. It made me feel a little better.

My phone vibrates, and when I check the message, I see it’s from Tiny. Tiny: We’re wrapping things up. Tori asked if we could swing by her old place to pick up ingredients for the cannolis she wants to make. Is that okay with you? Giorgio is still in the hospital, but I don’t want Vittoria anywhere near her old home. Angelo: No. She doesn’t go near her old house. Take her grocery shopping. Tiny: Yes, boss. Tucking my phone back into my pocket, my eyes flick to Salvatore, then I announce, “By the way, I got married.”

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."