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Right up to my deathbed, our son, Albert Holt, would still earnestly plead, "Mom, just divorce Dad. You're inferior to Aunt Vivian in every way. Dad has suffered by being with you all these years, so let him go." I lay in the hospital bed, looking at my indifferent husband beside me. He said nothing, and that deathly silence confirmed his agreement with those thoughts. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, then slowly released it. No! I would not repeat the same mistakes in this lifetime. I picked up the pen and slowly wrote two words in the applicant column: Vivian Hayes. Since Sebastian loved Vivian so much, he should have it his way. I handed the completed application to t

Our story. A story of survival. I set down the wine glass and opened the laptop. The document with my scattered chapters fills the screen. I close it and open a new one. My fingers hover over the keyboard. Then I type: THE DIVORCE CLAUSE The title feels right. Perfect, even. A story about contracts and clauses and the fine print of marriage. About what happens when you sign away your life and then fight to get it back. Daniel reads over my shoulder. "The Divorce Clause. I like it."

AUTHOR'S POV SYDNEY held her ears, rocking back and forth. Gabriel's house was a small bungalow a few miles away from Beverly Hills. Sydney was scared shitless when Gabriel drove into the forest but heaved a sigh of relief when she saw a quaint bungalow with numerous logs of trees in front and tools carelessly on the ground. It's been exactly two hours since Gavin had asked for a divorce. As she sat by the fireplace, she could hear his hateful words haunting her mind.

He has gone from being a loving husband to an asshole. Or maybe he was always one but I was too blind to see it. Until Now. I watch as he reaches his briefcase. He takes out a file and shoves a file into my hands. "Just sign the document.” His voice is cold, sending shivers down my spine. I stare at the file which is in my hands and flip it open. The first words written in red bold letters on the document stare back at me, causing my head to spin. DIVORCE AGREEMENT.

"You couldn't give me a child. My father's only wish before he died was to hold a grandchild. Because of you, he never got that. This situation you're in? You deserve it." I gripped the voice recorder hidden in my hand. "So you cheated on me. You hid assets. You left me with nothing. And you think you're the good guy here?" Brad's patience ran out. "So what if I did? We're divorced now. That's the reality, Lauren. Look—we had a few years together. Don't make this pathetic. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Have some self-respect and walk away." Vanessa just stood there behind him, watching me like a cat who'd swallowed the canary.

Thorne contacted Charlene around thirty minutes later as she was preparing to go for supper. Charlene responded, "Hello?," realizing he was contacting her to talk about the divorce. Have you eaten dinner yet? From the other end, Thorne inquired. Charlene paused. "... Not yet." "I assume your lawyer has briefed you on my decontent belonging to FindNovel," she stated succinctly. "He did," Thorne answered. "I don't mind if that's what you want. But Grandma requested that any modifications be discussed with her first after learning of our divorce and seeing the settlement.

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Then he slid a brown envelope across the desk toward me. My eyes dropped to it and my stomach turned to nuts The words on the front were like nails in my chest. Breathing suddenly felt like something I had to remember how to do. Still, I kept my face calm. “I want a divorce, Aria,” he said. And just like that, everything inside me broke further….quietly. “What?” I asked, even though I’d heard him clearly the first time. “I want a divorce,” he repeated, like he was twisting the knife a little deeper.

Opening one of the documents on the table, she took out a piece of paper and passed onto Adira. "This is Nikolai's lawyer. Nikolai was already working on divorce papers before the accident. As you can see, he already had plans of divorcing you before the whole mess. So, I want you to move on with it. Sign the divorce papers, Adira, and leave my son's life."

“The judge will never read a two-hundred-page dossier on Daniel’s shortcomings aloud in court, while a crowd jeers at your ex-husband. He will never start his summing up, ‘Ms. Graveney, you are a saint to have put up with such an evil scumbag and I thus award you everything you want.’ ” I can’t help coloring. That is pretty much my Divorce Fantasy. Except in my version, the crowd throws bottles at Daniel too. “Daniel will never admit to being wrong,” Barnaby presses on relentlessly. “He’ll never stand in front of the judge, weeping and saying, ‘Fliss, please forgive me.’ The papers will never report your divorce with the headline: TOTAL SHIT ADMITS FULL SHITTINESS IN COURT.” I can’t help hal