Divorce Application Novel Bl Novels & Stories

She cried, and I pushed back from her arms with a frown. “What Loss? Did you find out about the divorce?” I asked, confused if Silas and Blair were already broadcasting it to the world but it couldn’t be. She had asked for Silas when she came in just now. “It’s your father, Mali but what is this about a divorce? Did Silas divorce you?” Nova said already on her feet and reaching for the divorce paper that was beside her on the floor. “What happened to Dad?” I insisted, standing up as well and tore the paper from her hand. We could talk about that later. I watched as Nova’s face contorted into one of sorrow.

He was confused about Jonas' situation right now. “You know, Bryan? This is the day I've been waiting for. The day when you can't do anything anymore.” Bryan furrowed his brow. “What do you mean, Mama?” Noelle didn't answer, but gestured to her personal assistant and attorney. They nodded and approached one by one. “This is Mrs. Amanda's divorce petition.” Bryan's eyes widened. “A divorce petition?” “Yes, sir. Please read it.” Bryan grabbed the letter. He read it quickly and tension began to set in; he became uncomfortable.

He stood up slowly, his face returning to the past cold and distant demeanor. He took out a small green booklet from his bag and tossed it onto me, saying, "No need to go through the trouble. This is what you've been yearning for." I was momentarily stunned, holding it in my hands. On the deep green cover, the words "Divorce Document" shone uncomfortably in the sunlight, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Jaclyn Dills was indeed that kind of person; when it came to divorce, he could handle it without my involvement. I suddenly looked up, "Perry."

No wonder Corbin simply couldn't forget about her. "You're not breaking up anything. Everything here should've belonged to you anyway." Corbin snatched the papers from me and threw them onto the table. "Are you done, Skylar? Ingrid has always been so busy at work, and it's not often she gets to come back to Novington like now! Why must you make things so awkward for her as soon as you meet?" I was calm as I answered, "I'm not. I just want to divorce you, as you wished. That way, you both can get together."

Atticus affirmed, “I’m here because I need your help with something.” “How can I assist you, Mr. Atticus? If I can, I’ll give it my all.” He looked as if he were grappling with his thoughts, trying to find the right words. Then he said two words that shocked me. “Divorce!” I was stunned for a good while. “Mr. Atticus, are you joking? I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. It’s not easy to dissolve one marriage. I can’t involve myself in just anything. Besides, you’re well aware of how your sister-in-law feels about me. I...”

After just two years of working, I saved up and bought my own apartment. "You, on the other hand, didn't seem to have achieved much despite having everything handed to you by your family. I think that shows I'm more capable than you." Right then, Clement snapped. He grabbed the divorce papers and hurled them at me. I stepped back quickly, and Vincent raised his arm to shield me. The papers fluttered to the floor after hitting his arm. I let out a small sigh. Great. Now I'd have to reprint them. Clement's face twisted with anger as he barked at Vincent, "What are you doing? Whose side are you on?"

I snap, my voice rising. Mom leans back, crossing her arms. The look she gives me is one I’ve seen before—a mix of disdain and disbelief, like I’m a child throwing a tantrum. She narrows her eyes. “You don’t get it, do you? This is how rich men are—they’ll always look for fun elsewhere. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s normal. What’s not normal is you refusing to accept it. That’s your job as his wife.” I stare at her, disbelief tightening my throat. “It’s not normal,” I say through gritted teeth. “It’s cruel. And for the record, I didn’t refuse him—he left me. Vince is the one who wanted the divorce. He’s the one who threw me away!”

The answer to my question stared right in my face as I had woken up early in the morning to get the documents prepared. Eight years loving you and five years of calling you my wife. Today, I, Randy White has finally decided to give you what you've always wanted—freedom, sealed in ink. Divorce papers. “Oh yeah,” Clara giggled into her phone as she walked down the stairs, “yes, Kyle of course I have time tomorrow night,” she said as walked straight to the dining table and settled down, “Okay, yeah. I'll see you soon,” she said, giggling again at something he had said.

I left it behind with the divorce agreement back in the house. During the toasts, Nova clung to her husband's arm and hoped he would learn from Ian. She called Ian a devoted, loving husband who put his family first. I shook my head and replied, "We're divorced now." Shocked, Nova asked, "Why?" I said, "That's because…" "What the hell are you doing, Evelyn?" Ian suddenly appeared behind me, grabbing my arm and pulling me around to face him. I was surprised at his sudden appearance, but his next words surprised me even more. "Francesca is like a sister to me—everyone knows that. Must you embarrass her at an event like this? What exactly are you trying to do?"

No way… I wouldn’t allow you to have your fun. That being said, I grabbed the divorce papers and meticulously ripped them to shreds, one by one. Leaving no letter behind. Divorce? You think I would let you marry another man? No way in hell, Summer. You would carry my lastname until we both die! [Note: Thank you again, guys! Don’t forget to comment on the MAIN COMMENT SECTION OF THE BOOK to boost its popularity! It would mean a lot to me!]