Beyond The Divorce Third Blossom Novels & Stories

**Complaint:** **PARTIES:** **Plaintiff: Bianca JENKINS (currently known as Bianca Evans)** **Defendant: Brandon Evans** **GROUND FOR DIVORCE** **Adultery** For a moment, the world goes fuzzy. A divorce summons? He reads it again, more slowly. Each word feels like a cut. His fingers press hard into the paper. He hears a soft noise nearby. It is Rosa. She is standing close to him, her hand resting on the back of his chair. “How did she get this done so fast?” Rosa asks. She does not sound upset. In fact, Brandon thinks he hears a little bit of laughter in her voice.

Rose blurted out, “Once it clocks 5 minutes and 1 second, your wife here would be dead.” “Benita!” I cried out, “I'm going to get you out of there, hang on tight… You promised not to leave me.” Benita smiled at the camera, and I could swear she mouthed the word, “I-would-never-leave-you,” and that very word broke me to scraps. “Your time starts now!” Rose announced, kicking the chair away. “Get the divorce papers, sign them and send them over so she could also sign them… or watch her die. Either way, you'll be separated.”

His fingers curl deeper, and I gasp, my body betraying me despite my resolve. “I’ll always be his!” I scream, my body tensing. I try to push him away but collapse against the closet door, sobbing uncontrollably. He doesn’t move. He just watches, still and intense, his fingers dripping with my arousal, his erection straining against his pants. I slide down to the floor, unable to hold myself together, my tears flowing freely. The pain of the betrayal, the loss, and the impossibility of it all crushes me. He walks toward me slowly, his gaze unwavering. He crouches before me, his hand reaching out to tilt my chin roughly, forcing me to face him. “He’s not your husband anymore... I divorced you

I pushed open the heavy glass door, the golden script of “Bliss & Bloom Spa” catching the light above me. It had been three months since I’d last been here—three months of court dates, late-night arguments over text, and the hollow ache of signing divorce papers. My ex-husband had started calling again, leaving voicemails about how he missed me, how we could try again. I knew better. He missed the life I’d built without him, the promotions, the money. I was done caring.

Gideon said, "I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow, I'll add your name to the deed for Blossom Court. I've already set up a new supplementary card. From now on, everything I have is yours. Spend whatever you want." He brushed the hair back from her forehead with what almost looked like tenderness. "I told you before we got married that divorce was never an option. You're my woman for life. And you still love me, don't you?"

Martha checked if there's no one watching. She checked and it's a court proceeding for divorce between Mr Zachary and Jasmine. Martha's face fell in sadness, Mr Bryan must have succeeded in pulling them apart. She will have to do something about it. Martha took the divorce papers and headed for her room, she will keep it there and burn it afterwards. Jasmine doesn't have to know they exist, she needs to find a way to expose Bryan without getting in trouble herself. Tristan has been waiting for the divorce papers to be sent back to him. But nothing has come, he has checked with the security guard severally. He keeps saying nothing has come, the divorce paper is the only thing keeping him here

Bella looks at Evan with surprise; she was so engrossed in looking at her husband that she did not pay attention to a file held in his hand. Evan gives the file to Bella. Bella opens the file confusingly, and her eyes go wide. “Divorce papers? her words whispered. Evan nods solemnly, confirming Bella's worst fears. She feels her heart sink as she reads through the legal document, realizing that her marriage is truly coming to an end. The reality of the situation hits her like a ton of bricks, and she can't help but feel a mix of sadness and anger towards her husband. As she looks up at Evan, she sees a coldness in his eyes that she had never noticed before, making her wonder if he had been p

The mother and daughter duo trembled as they stood on the spot, at a loss for what to do. "Why aren't you continuing? On my turf, hitting my women, aren't you all fearless?” Blake’s voice suddenly became cold, he casually waved his hand, sweeping all the items on the table to the ground. After a crisp shattering sound, the exquisite tea cup and crystal artifact shattered into pieces. Rosa trembled a few times and forced out a smile. "Blake, you misunderstood me, I came to advise Avery not to get divorced …" "Divorce or not is a matter between us, so it's not up to outsiders to interfere." He glanced at Rosa coldly, "Are you still not leaving? Do you want me to ask you guys to eat breakfast?"

"This is a good opportunity. Dennis is negotiating a deal on the land in Eastdale. It's rather worthwhile if we can use your miscarriage to make Austin feel that he is in debt to you and give our family some benefits. Lumi, I'm warning you; if Dennis fails to seal the deal on the land in Eastdale, I will scatter your mother's ashes." When I saw my father smirk sinisterly, I lowered my eyes and bit my lip hard. I couldn't believe he would even think of taking advantage of my unborn baby. Why should I be his pawn and let him take advantage of me? My decision to divorce Austin grew increasingly firm. I wanted everything the Thatchers had gained to end in naught.

They had heard. “Excuse me?” She whispered, moving close. “I’ll keep this simple, brief,” I replied, leaning closer. “Divorce Louis. Give up your assets from the marriage. Disappear. Otherwise, I’ll press charges for your assault and the murder of my child.” I could feel her mood switch, see the stiffness in her slight frame. How pathetic, how weak. She didn’t say a thing, her eyes wide, full of sadness and fear, the exact reaction I was hoping for. She didn’t speak, turning from me toward the exit of the café. She understood even if she didn’t want to.