Application For Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Then he looks at me, “Mrs. Black, is there anything else you would like to say before we go on recess?” I look at Mr. Fellman and tap my file with the medical records for my virginity. He nods once and I stand. “Yes, your honor. I would like to request this divorce be finalized today.” “Mrs. Black, typically there is a six-month waiting period for finalized divorces.” “I understand, your honor, however, this is a unique circumstance that I believe you will find reasonable.” “What is the unique circumstance?” “My husband and I never consummated our marriage. I’m still a virgin.” I said.

It felt as though the past was nothing more than a distant dream. Noelle followed the man to the counter and completed all the necessary paperwork. After finishing up, she received a call from Yvette, so she stepped aside to take the call. Yvette said she was interested in taking the graduate school entrance exam too and wanted to know about the application process, so Noelle patiently walked her through the steps. After ending the call, she turned around and found Quentin holding out the divorce certificate. "Here you go." Noelle looked at the divorce certificate in her hand, then at his, and thought, "It only took ten minutes to end three years of a loveless marriage."

I kept staring at my glass before sniffing my tears. “What right do I even have to ask for a divorce?” “Aria Nicole,” Ava called. My gaze moved to hers, and she had a frown. “What are you trying to say? You won’t go through with the divorce?” Her voice was stern as she stared at me anxiously, even when she already knew my reply. “Fine, you wrote some books about having the perfect marriage, so what? Are you the first author to publish such?”

It was as if she was carefully considering her words. "Please sign here to file for divorce," she instructed while handing over two sets of documents. Millie picked up the pen. As she stared at the divorce application before her, her fingers tightened involuntarily. Three years ago, she was thrilled when they tied the knot. But now, she was just as heartbroken. She never expected their marriage to end like this. However, if someone were to ask Millie if she could start over, would she still marry Winston? She reckoned she would.

Afgan shouted as he turned his face away in disgust. An explosion of anger erupted from within Adelia. “What kind of idiot would marry a slut like me, huh?” she retorted sharply, without relaxing her glare. Their argument came to a head, stabbing and hurtful words were thrown out mercilessly. Their hearts were broken by distrust and hatred. In a flash of a second, without realizing it, Adelia was heard uttering the words that would probably change their lives forever. “I hereby ask for a divorce,” Adelia said in a trembling voice, a decision that simply escaped her lips as if unexpected even to herself. Adelia stood up and prepared to leave the room with dewy eyes.

Now, you won't have to lie awake at 3:00 am staring at the ceiling, stressing over rent anymore, and you'll never have to drink until you throw up just to suck up to clients anymore! I had thought tonight would be one of the best nights of our lives. Yet, what awaited me was a divorce agreement that needed my signature. Suppressing the tremor in my lips, I inquired, "Where's the pen?" He tilted his chin toward the undercarriage of the coffee table.

Because they knew I valued family, they thought they could trample all over my dignity. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Nathan with my flight details. It was an early morning departure. Fighting through the throbbing pain, I forced myself up, grabbed my driver's license, and walked straight out the front door. The moment the lock clicked shut behind me, an overwhelming wave of liberation washed over me. I was going to file for divorce. I wanted nothing more to do with this family.

His hand dragged across his face, pressing briefly against his mouth before falling away. Sophie watched him pace, her gaze following every movement. “How did she even get the divorce papers?” she asked. Matthew stopped again. His shoulders lifted slightly with his inhale before lowering again. “It was Isabella’s idea,” he said. Sophie’s brows lifted faintly. “Of course it was.” Matthew ignored the tone. “She said that if I truly love her and want to be with her, I should get the papers ready,” he continued, his voice controlled, almost too controlled. “So that all that would be left is Ava’s signature.”

In the scuffle, he must have hit something. The car, parked in the middle of the road, suddenly accelerated and collided with a large truck. The truck could not brake in time and crushed their legs, leaving them both paralyzed. I finished reading the news and shook my head. At this point, only one thing mattered to me. "Can I get my divorce settled?" My lawyer nodded. "It's almost guaranteed." Half a month later, I finally received the official divorce decree in my favor. That day, Andy was waiting for me outside the courthouse. "Congratulations on your fresh start."

On my way there," I started to let out loud sob sounds again, breaking my sentences. I took out my phone and tried to open my phone so I could show her the pictures but my hands trembled. I couldn't even successfully unlock my phone. I dropped the phone in frustration and pointed at it. "It is there, the pictures, they're in my phone," I sputtered uncontrollably and incoherently. Clara squeezed my hand. "Calm down, Ana. Take your time. Breathe." I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. When I spoke again, my voice didn't tremble so much anymore but it was small and I could still feel the tears running down my face. "As I made my way to his place, I received a message from an unknown number. They