Ciara Divorce Romane & Geschichten

"One more thing. This divorce agreement alone won't be enough. Get someone to post past photos of her with Tyler and Howard. Find someone who often posts celebrity gossip so it won't look so deliberate." Cassandra was surprised to hear William's instructions. "William, are you sure you want to do that? Doing that will doom Rachel to a life of being lambasted by netizens, assuming she were alive. If she were dead, she'd be turning in her grave!" Everyone in Yurelia City would think that Rachel was flirting with other men and divorcing William because she had moved on from him. Her disappearance might just be her eloping with another man. Cassandra didn't like Rachel, but all she wanted was fo

"I can tell you emphatically that I have absolutely nothing to do with his plan to divorce his wife." "Since you are somewhat acquainted with him, can you perhaps make a guess?" "I'm afraid I can't. His private life is none of my business anyway and I know absolutely nothing about the state of his marriage." I was beginning to get heated up about all these intrusive questions, asked in a tone of sickening politeness. But I forced myself to remain calm. Ciara nodded and glanced down at the sheaf of papers in her hand. She pinned me with her stare. "Your daughter, Freya is ill and has been so for quite some time. How is she? And can you tell us the exact nature of her illness?"

I was exhilarated she loved them. "Ciara, I'm very happy that you and Denver have reconciled," the elation was clear. She expressed her sadness when she learned Denver and I broke up four years ago. Despite that unfortunate event in our lives, she did not blame me. She understood my reasons and said she has no right to intervene.

She whispered. I could do nothing because the feel of her against me was just too good. I looked into her blue eyes and all I had was want and need. "What, what is this?" Ariella's scream had me slowly looking over. "Fuck." I groaned as I grabbed Cecilia's back side and brought her closer. "Cecilia is pregnant. I think we should divorce." I whispered to Ariella slowly. "No." Cecilia's scream came right as Ariellas eyes began to bleed and she collapsed on the floor.

Now, her soft features were sharp with anger, her eyes blazing with intensity. Zara instinctively recoiled, her fingers clenching into fists. But she refused to back down. "Did I say anything wrong? Haven't you been divorced? Haven't you dated playboys? And don't pretend nothing is going on between you and Mr. Xanthos. Why else would he keep picking you for surgeries?" Zara had already been suspended, so she didn't care anymore. Why should Noelle, a divorced woman, have so many rich men flocking to her? Even Michael favored her.

Ciara said, standing up to Samuel. “What are you talking about?” Samuel asked. “You freaking left me here to get married to Linda Luscious! Quit acting like I am stupid or something,” Ciara blew hot. “The last time I checked, we were still married. The least you could have done was annul our marriage at least,” Ciara said, her anger making her confident.

Seeing that I remained unmoved, he added, "I know you can't forgive me right away, but I promise I'll resign soon. I'll spend more time with you and Oscar to make up for my mistakes." Due to work, Joel was rarely home. Even during his days off, he was often by Ciara's side. I had often complained that he neglected our family. In our past life, I had even felt touched when he suddenly resigned. Nevertheless, his devotion to Ciara had led to our family's tragic end. At the thought of this, I sighed deeply. Then, I said firmly, "I want a divorce."

"Why do you always have to know everything?" Leo leaned against the desk, studying his friend. "Come on, Lucas. We’ve known you for years. You may act like you don’t care, but clearly, something’s eating at you." Lucas exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "She wanted a divorce," he admitted reluctantly. Jack’s eyes widened. "What? You mean your wife—what was her name again?" "Jasmine," Lucas said, his tone sharp. "And yes, we’re divorced now."

With a broken heart, a weakened eyeballs that were tired of crying, and my weak soul I look up to him "Congratulations Nickolas Michealson you have succeeded in breaking down my walls, from today I'm giving you the freedom you have always wanted, you can have the traitor you love so much, I strip myself off every legal right you and I have over each other" I pulled off my wedding ring "Here…." I showed him the ring and threw it away in the rain "I Ava Della Sanchez, Divorce you Nickolas Michealson as my lawfully wedded husband, I give you the freedom you've wanted so much. Sorry for bothering your life, and sorry for ever loving you, I will sign the divorce papers and send it back to you"

Today is the day. The day that I am finally divorcing my husband. The thought should have hurt more. Three years ago, Genevieve Everhart would have cried at the idea of divorce. Two years ago, she would have begged for another chance. A year ago, she might have stayed awake all night wondering what she had done wrong. Today, in three hours, twenty-seven minutes, and fourteen seconds, my marriage will officially cease to exist. I’ve honestly waited thirty days for this moment.