Divorce Is The Best Choice Novels & Stories

"'Wife'? You don't deserve to call her that. Your real match is rotting in a cell where she belongs!" "Trash belongs with trash. At least they'll last." "I've seen plenty of lowlifes, but never one this low. Bookmarking this for the entertainment." "This guy's clearly unstable. Stay away from her. She doesn't need your bad luck." His phone buzzed. One new message from Lily. "Since you won't agree to the divorce, I'll see you in court." Adrian crumbled. He wanted to fight it, wanted to hold on -- but he had nothing left. No leverage, no argument, no right. All he could do was watch her walk away while a hole opened up inside his chest.

My vision was perfectly clear. Fiona had no idea. She had just signed an irrevocable divorce agreement. With her own hand, she had signed our marriage away. "Goodbye, Fiona." I went back to the room. I uploaded the divorce papers, and the video from my phone, to the estate's main computer system. I took one last, long look at the house that had been our home. I picked up my suitcase and walked out without looking back. --- Meanwhile, Fiona arrived at the hospital.

When the world descended into an extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity gave everything she had to keep her husband’s family alive. She trusted the wrong people, sacrificed too much, and paid for it with her life. They had repaid her by exchanging her for a packet of snack. When she wakes up before the extreme-heat apocalypse, Charity discovers that fate has given her something she never had before—a fortune large enough to change her future. This time, she won’t be saving anyone but herself. She’ll build the safest fortress she can, stockpile everything she needs, and wait for the world to fall apart. And when the people who betrayed her come knocking? Charity will be watchin

“Well, I am gonna ask something personal. Is that okay?” “Sure.” “Hmmm, are you really sure about it?” “You mean divorcing my husband?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Did you hesitate when you divorced Daniel?” “Of course not, ma’am. Divorcing him is the best choice I had,” Hansel said. “Then I think the same,” Adira responded.

Seeing Frank’s number popping up on the face of my phone really struck a nerve. I thought I have grown past his era, I thought he no longer fazed me anymore but guess I was all deceiving myself, if my shaky hands mean anything. For some reason which I was so grateful for, James decided it is best to just shut up and end the conversation. We seem to be having a lot of unnecessary arguments lately which I am sure will soon come to an end. As much as it hurts me to admit, as much as it breaks my heart to even think about it, divorce is the best decision for us now, since not even therapy could solve our problems.

“Henzon isn’t backing down. The bank is calling in your loans. Supplier lawsuits for breach of contract will be on your desk tomorrow. “Carter Group is a sinking ship. You’ll just keep bleeding out. “Your only move now isn’t to save it. It’s to save yourself. Cut your losses before you’re buried under debt for the rest of your life.” Arthur looked up sharply. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” I leaned in as I looked at him and said, “Sign these divorce papers. “Sign them now, and you might salvage something through personal bankruptcy. Wait a few more days until the court forces liquidation, and you’re finished. “Oh, and one more thing.” I pulled another document from the folder and place

After a long pause, he finally said, "Chlo... can we not get a divorce?" "What do you think?" I retorted. "I-I feel like none of this is real. It's like I'm in a nightmare! How did it come to this? I don't want to leave you, honey!" His expression was pained. He continued, "What about our daughter? I never wanted to leave you or our daughter. Can't we stay married? Think about Ava. Let's sacrifice for her sake. We can't let her grow up without a complete family!" I looked at him in astonishment, thinking my ears might be deceiving me. The court had already decided, and he was telling me we shouldn't separate?

It was that your heart was standing on her side. His brows knitted tightly as he tried to argue. I interrupted him, my voice calm, "Anything that Bella can take away or shake was never truly mine to begin with. The thought that you once wavered in our relationship because of her is unbearable. That pain is worse than separation. So divorce is the best release." "Impossible! I absolutely won’t agree!" "There’s no going back for us." I let out a long breath, turned, and got into the car, leaving him far behind.

“Excuse me?” “I mean… your apology.” “What?” “You will apologize publicly, saying you didn't mean to file for a divorce because the media still thinks you're the one who wanted to leave.” “And it's the truth, I'm the one who left you.” I raised my brows as I clearly remembered him begging that I not divorce him, “I know you never loved me, but I'm the one who remained firm in the decision to divorce you. I'm the one who wanted the divorce.” “I know that; you don't have to say it a thousand times, okay? But the public doesn't, and it makes me look bad.”

“You set them. You live in the same house for appearances, but that’s it. You protect her and play the part in public but in private you remember this is a contract. A business deal.” “I understand.” “And the moment she has full uncontested control of the company back,” he continued, his eyes locked on mine. “The moment Martin is neutralized and the board is back in line… you file for divorce. You give her her freedom back. No delays. No excuses. You walk away.” Walk away. The two words sent a chill through me deeper than any enemy’s threat. “I will,” I promised. He stared at me for a long, long time. The clock on the wall ticked loudly.