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“The judge will never read a two-hundred-page dossier on Daniel’s shortcomings aloud in court, while a crowd jeers at your ex-husband. He will never start his summing up, ‘Ms. Graveney, you are a saint to have put up with such an evil scumbag and I thus award you everything you want.’ ” I can’t help coloring. That is pretty much my Divorce Fantasy. Except in my version, the crowd throws bottles at Daniel too. “Daniel will never admit to being wrong,” Barnaby presses on relentlessly. “He’ll never stand in front of the judge, weeping and saying, ‘Fliss, please forgive me.’ The papers will never report your divorce with the headline: TOTAL SHIT ADMITS FULL SHITTINESS IN COURT.” I can’t help hal

“At least we let you have your dream wedding first.” She lifts her champagne glass and clinks it against Jophiel’s. “Congratulations,” she adds mockingly. “You got one perfect day with the love of your life.” My chest feels like it is collapsing. Then Soren reaches forward suddenly and shoves a folder against my chest. “Sign,” she says. The impact jolts me back a step. “Divorce papers,” she continues casually. “And the prenup you signed earlier makes things very convenient.” My fingers tremble as I open the envelope.

Now that some parts of her were exposed, Madam Claudia, Lady Sophie, and Irene will use that against her to ruin her name. "I am completely clueless right now, Lyla. I've been distracted by the divorce," Fabe sighed, "But everything will be fine now. I am officially divorced. I am ready to move on." "Are you?" Lyla gestured to the table where the food was ready. Fabe breathe the air of freedom. Hopeful that Hamilton will be off of her shoulder forever. It's a new beginning to start over and embrace herself as Donovan. Mimi invited Fabe to join her in bowling. Since it was weekend, she thought that her best friend needed a diversion. The divorce is official. Of course, Fabe will be affected s

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

Anne said while grabbing his biceps. Noah was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. “Yes.” What documents? Anne brought a briefcase closer and passed the paper to Noah. And he flung them at me. “What’s this?” I asked as I read the documents. Divorce. Noah wanted a divorce. “You want to divorce me? After all you've put me through? Like I’m just your toy?” “I don’t need you anymore. Don’t test my patience.” He clenched his jaw. I got bit by the final blow.

“I might have sounded crazy some seconds ago, but I meant every inch of my words. I want you. I want all of you, and as long as I am here, no one in the world can hurt you. No one at all.” Nova’s lips parted to say a word, but she pressed my fingers against the soft flesh, silencing her for a second. “I could help you get a divorce, Nova. With me here, you can be out of that marriage. You do not have to worry.” The tension in the room shifted after my words, and Nova looked away gently like she was trying to avoid something. Divorce would naturally excite any woman in a toxic marriage, why is she reacting differently? My brows pulled together gently, then I moved my hand to her chin, directi

She hummed, "Toby, tomorrow we will go through with the divorce proceedings! We got married before for Zoey's sake, but now Zoey is openly with Russell, so we don't have to keep the secret anymore. You and I can go our separate ways too." Toby's face darkened, "I said on my household registration that I am widowed, not divorced." Leanna was taken aback, "Do you want me to die?" Toby was amazed by her magical thought process, and half of his anger from earlier instantly dissipated. However, he still maintained an angry expression, "No. Don't mention divorce again in the future. It is absolutely impossible!" Leanna felt aggrieved, and tears fell down pitter-patter. She sniffed and said, "We go

He did it so carefully, as though he weren't the man who had just divorced me for the ninth time, and as though he weren't about to light up the entire city for another woman. He truly was a remarkable actor. He deceived those young women with their innocence and deceived me with promises of forever. I remembered what he'd told me after our first divorce: I was the only person he loved and that the women outside our marriage meant nothing and were just a bit of fun. I believed him. How pathetic. Not wanting to dwell on the past any longer, I decided to step outside for some air and clear my head. Just as I was about to stand, Ryland pressed a hand over mine. "Stay here and drink with everyon

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."

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.