Novel & Cerita Divorce Application Novel Bl

“There’s no point in pretending to care about me now." “Are you still talking calmly to her?!” Agnes sparked, abandoning the floor and rushing towards Kaan with the divorce papers. “Read this!" She shoved the papers into his face hotly. "See what this gutter rat has done! She wants to divorce you! And even reject— “ She choked on her own words. The disbelief turning her purple all over again. “She actually dared to— “ "Mother—" Kaan started to stop her. “Are you bewitched?!” She snapped. “Your precious wife clearly reeks of another male!”

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.

Marcus shoved him aside and, with trembling hands, snatched up the paper. The first line was written in bold strokes: "Application for Dissolution of Marriage. Applicants: Marcus Hale, Clara Wilder." Julia limped in behind him, trying to clutch his arm like before. "Marcus, my ankle hurts." Ruthlessly, he ripped his hand away. "Ah!" The motion sent Julia crashing to the ground for real this time, pain shooting up her twisted ankle. Her face contorted as she sucked in sharp breaths. Marcus gripped the divorce papers tighter, his face pale, and showed her no concern at all.

Nathaniel’s eyes dropped to the words printed on the cover DIVORCE AGREEMENT. His fingers froze. “What is this?” He asked, his tone filled with shock. Elara met his gaze, her voice steady. “I want a divorce.” *** Hey dearies. Looks like Elara finally found her strength. Be ready, because soon secretly will reveal, ache will be deep and regret would simmer hard. Elara will rise above like a Phoenix. she is woman who survives and rises,even when the world is stacked against her. Do comment, share your review and follow for more. Love and hugs Cherry / Ishq

“Oh, right. Have someone go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and revoke the divorce application.” It had almost been a month since their divorce application was filed. If unrevoked, they would be divorced for real. “Understood. I’ll call the people in Richworth and have them get it done.” After they were done talking, Blair returned to his bedroom. The water in the bathroom was running. Mable had returned and was taking a shower. The thought of her fair skin and exquisite figure turned Blair on. He had been hugging her to sleep every night but could not touch her. God only knew how torturous it was.

" she forced, her palm where cold and wet. "So, it has nothing to do with you or Gabriel..." she started the story. Emily frowned, "Are you sure? then why?!" she asked, impatiently. Dorothy sipped her coffee slowly, "Darius specter applied for divorce...." Emily was totally dumbfounded she covered her mouth, too shock to react to Dorothy's words. "What? How is that even possible?" She shook her head in disbelief. Dorothy put her coffee the bench, she breathed out heavily, "I think the divorce will give you some benefits," Benefit she turned her face Emily.

“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

My phone vibrates, and when I check the message, I see it’s from Tiny. Tiny: We’re wrapping things up. Tori asked if we could swing by her old place to pick up ingredients for the cannolis she wants to make. Is that okay with you? Giorgio is still in the hospital, but I don’t want Vittoria anywhere near her old home. Angelo: No. She doesn’t go near her old house. Take her grocery shopping. Tiny: Yes, boss. Tucking my phone back into my pocket, my eyes flick to Salvatore, then I announce, “By the way, I got married.”

Maybe Marcus had finally decided to explain. My hands trembled as I opened it. My world stopped. The glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor. My body felt as though ice water had been poured through my veins. My eyes blurred as I read the words again and again, praying they would change. It wasn’t a love letter. It wasn’t an apology. It was a divorce letter. I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Tears streamed freely as I stumbled into the living room, fumbling through my bag for my phone. My hands shook so badly that I emptied everything onto the floor just to find it.

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?”