Divorce Application Novel Bl Novels & Stories

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."

Half a year later, my lawyer contacted me with news about a breakthrough in the divorce case. The moment I landed, Andy met me with a shocking update. "Brother, big news! Those two are paralyzed. This is all divine retribution!" Andy pulled up a local news article from two days ago for me to read. It turned out that after I left, John got addicted to gambling again. He used Lily's money to gamble and lost millions. Typically, that would not have been such a big deal. However, without my connections and support, Lily's business started to decline rapidly.

I sit patiently inside, waiting as they process it, but when they come out from the meeting room, my heart stops beating to see their grim expressions on their faces. “Lillian…” One of the elders starts. “Your marriage is still legally binding. Until Alpha Keegan of Moonstone Pack signs the divorce papers, your application is invalid.”

Natalie replied. In the end, she made it clear to everyone that she wasn't a pushover, and that the ways of the elite wouldn't work with her. - In the end, Rebecca left in a huff. In the villa, Natalie sat on the sofa, holding her pig in her arms as she reminisced about the years she had spent with Cedric. Bianca arrived and handed her the result of the divorce application. "There's a six-month waiting period for divorce cases. You know that, right?"

“Sign here,” he said calmly, but firm. He pushed the divorce papers across the table. The young, gentle-looking woman across from him froze. She slowly picked them up, staring in disbelief. She had never imagined that this marriage would come to an end. Gathering what little strength she had left, she asked in a broken voice, as if the papers could magically turn from divorce papers into a land title, “What’s this, Victor?” Victor clenched his fingers tightly. “Look, Elara,” he said, lifting his gaze to meet hers straight, emotionless.

I yanked my hand free and said frigidly, "Henry, get a grip. I gave you a chance before. Yet, did you even consider how I would feel that day when you rushed off carrying Loretta in your arms without the slightest hint of hesitation? "Did you seriously take me for a fool? Just because I didn't expose what you did, you thought you could really keep your relationship with Loretta from me forever? "You've lost your final chance with me. I only came here today to inform you about the divorce. There's no room for discussion over the matter." Henry made another promise when he saw how firm I was regarding my decision. "If you agree to not go through with the divorce, I promise that I'll never see

"It's 'cause you married ME. You got to flash the Cortese name. And now you're losing your mind over a stripper?" He was shaking—could've been fury, could've been shame. Fists clenched, veins popping. "I'm done!" he roared, loud enough to rattle the windows. "I'm done living like a damn parasite! Done letting you pull the strings!" I didn't blink. "Then what do you want, Damon?" He sucked in a breath, eyes wild—like he was walking himself off a cliff. "I want a divorce."

Now, you won't have to lie awake at 3:00 am staring at the ceiling, stressing over rent anymore, and you'll never have to drink until you throw up just to suck up to clients anymore! I had thought tonight would be one of the best nights of our lives. Yet, what awaited me was a divorce agreement that needed my signature. Suppressing the tremor in my lips, I inquired, "Where's the pen?" He tilted his chin toward the undercarriage of the coffee table.

The unforgiving concrete tasted of rust and rain. Chloe’s vision blurred as she hit the driveway, the impact driving the air from her lungs in a sharp, ragged gasp. The icy downpour instantly soaked through the thin, threadbare cotton of her dress, plastering it to her bruised skin. Around her, a flurry of crisp, white papers fluttered down like mocking doves, instantly turning to translucent mush in the puddles. The divorce papers. "Don't make this uglier than it has to be, Chloe," a voice drawled from above.

She got onto our bed and lay completely motionless there. Axel scrambled around caring for her until he was drenched in sweat. After coming out of the room, he said to me groggily, "Don't worry about the table, honey. I'll clean it up when I wake up. I'm kind of sleepy." As soon as he finished speaking, he collapsed onto the couch and fell asleep. I had added something to the glass of warm water I handed him earlier. II grabbed his phone and PayPaled myself every last cent I’d spent on him over the years. In the transaction note, I typed: 'Voluntary personal gift. Exempt from marital property. Then I called and asked Axel's whole family to come over. I announced, "I want a divorce."