Bride Pushed Into Pool Divorce Novels & Stories

He took a step back and said. "I can only sign it after one year, forgive me." She said. "Okay." He said like someone that had agreed. "Come with me." She followed him obediently outside and then to where the pool was, she wondered what he was up to. He suddenly pushed her inside the pool, unfortunately for her, she couldn't swim. She began to struggle to stay afloat in the deep pool, "it's easy, sign the fucken divorce paper and let me marry my woman." He said.

"After mutual consultation, both parties voluntarily agree to divorce and hereby establish the following terms…" "Spouse 1 (Wife): Beatrice Thorne" "Spouse 2 (Husband): Cedric Bainbridge" "So… you really wanted to leave me, huh?" Beatrice muttered under her breath. She forced out a bitter chuckle, her eyes glowing with unshed tears. Though divorce had crossed her mind countless times, she never expected that I would be the one to take the first step. To make it even more unbearable, she was the one who couldn't let go.

her eyes watered with tears melting my heart. “I—” Her voice cracked as she sucked in a deep breath. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, staring at her shoes before her eyes flickered back to mine, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile that faltered. “I think we should divorce,” My world stopped tilting. “Whatever this is between us makes no sense. I appreciate everything you’ve done to help me and every effort you have taken to find my daughter. I would leave first thing tomorrow morning, get an apartment and I can pay you back if you want so I don't feel indebted to you,”

" he said giving me divorce papers and pen in my hand to sign them. I hold the papers in my trembling hands ... And took a deep breath to calmed my racing heart which was ready to came out by breaking my ribs. I saw the papers .. his signature on them .... This man ... Pufff I am still siting on the bed while he is standing beside me , a step away from me .... I took deep breath and gathered all the courage to speak out boldly infront of him. " I .. I am not going to sign them , why are you so obsessed for Divorce , can't you give a try to this marriage o"... I got cut by his slap... *Sob*. I hold my aching pain burning cheek with my trembling hand while half laying on the bed...

Then a video clip surfaced online. It was of Anne and me falling into the water, and him choosing to save her. The moment it went live, the internet erupted. "What’s going on here? This is like something out of a novel—he saves the assistant, not his wife?" "I’m so mad! That woman pushed Suzy into the water! And instead of kicking her out of the way, he goes and saves her?!" "This divorce has to happen! If it doesn’t, the viewers will never forgive him!"

"It has grown considerably since." I said nothing. "Your husband also carries business debt partially secured against joint assets. In a divorce proceeding, that debt becomes a shared liability — unless we can demonstrate you had no knowledge of and no benefit from the borrowing." He looked at me over his glasses. "Given what you've shown me today, I believe we can argue that." The room was quiet. "What are you telling me?" I asked.

“Who do you think is called a prostitute? I am his fucking bride. She showed the cat the ring. The diamond is shining and glinting in the room. “You told me you couldn't afford a ring on my wedding day, but you bought a diamond for another person," the tear that threatened to fall started pouring. This was the height of it all But her husband didn’t even flinch. He scoffed, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement as he reached for something on the bedside table. “It’s not a prank, Cat. It's over," He raised a piece of paper, a divorce. Without hesitation, he slapped it onto her chest. “Sign it, or get out. I don’t want to see your face ever again. You stick and my wife can't be smelling y

What do you take me for? The viewers in the live stream ceased typing. I smiled slightly and decided it was time to strike. "Sandra, everything you sold—those were my premarital assets. And we're divorced. What you did is illegal. I'll be taking legal action. You used my money to support that man—and yet you still have the gall to say you love me!" As I spoke, I pulled the divorce certificate from my pocket, and I threw it down in front of her. Sandra stared at the proof of our divorce, disbelief written all over her face. "Impossible! This is impossible! When did this happen?"

For days, I managed to evade them, but today my luck ran out. Their pokes and shoves become more forceful, and I feel panic bubbling inside me, threatening to overflow. I glance at Ava—her breath is shallow, and tears are brimming in her hollow eyes. "The rumors are true!" I shout, my voice cracking under the strain. "We’re divorced now! Please move out of the way. No more questions!" But my plea falls on deaf ears. "Give us a reason, ma’am! Is it true you forcefully married Mr. Smith and tore him away from his true love?"

She wasn't finished; she was a live grenade that could go off at any moment. That night, I checked in with my contact. He told me Brad and Hazel had finalized their divorce. All the debts had been dumped on her, while he and his family had quietly relocated to another city.