Divorce Papers In Hand, World At My Feet Novels & Stories

"Isabella, why did we change?" Disgust rolled through me, sinking deep into my bones. I flashed him a calm smile. "You betrayed me first. Shouldn't you know the answer yourself?" I didn't spare him a glance and turned, walking into the office hall. After I received the mate bond termination certificate, he grabbed my hand again. "Where do you live now? How will you get back? I'll take you." I looked at the black sedan parked nearby and smiled. I rose on my toes, leaning close to his ear.

One of his men cautiously handed him a file. “We pulled the surveillance footage from the family court office. Madre personally submitted it. The divorce is already finalized. It can’t be revoked. If you want to restore the marriage, you will have to remarry…” “Just like Jolene said, you signed the agreement yourself. Madre gave it to Jolene at the cafe. She passed it to you, and you signed it before handing it back. Boss, should we keep investigating?” Leo staggered, barely able to stay upright against the wall.

But the love I once knew was gone. If he wants a divorce. Fine by me. I won't stay in this meaningless marriage anymore. I turned and walked out of the room without another word. *** In my bedroom, I pulled out a suitcase and began packing my things. My hands moved, grabbing clothes and tossing them into the bag. I didn’t know where I was going, but I couldn’t stay here. As I reached for a box on the top shelf of the closet, something fell out—a small medal, tarnished with age. I picked it up, my fingers brushing over the engraved letters.

his voice still sounded fresh in her head. Adira had gone on her knees to beg him. The divorce papers had been lying on the floor. "Please, Lancelot, you can't do this to me. I did nothing wrong, you can't just push me away like this," she had pleaded, clutching onto his knees.

"Are you talking to me?" "Of course dude, which hand do you use to write?" "Right" He gave an order and my right hand was freed a small three legged stool was brought and when the papers slid out of the envelope I realized how wrong I had been. They were the divorce papers. "What the Fuck!" "Signature right now or you don't want to know what comes next" he said and opened the tool box.

I’ve had them prepared for a while now, the pages creased from the many times I read and reread them, searching for the courage that courses through my veins now. Turning to face my husband, I hand him the papers. “It’ll solve everything,” I tell him. “Let’s get divorced.”

He could've stayed true to his promises instead of taking advantage of me. But it was clear that this was nothing more than just an obligation to him. There was no affection, no love. I shook my head. "I had the world. They were growing inside my belly; so innocent and pure. Now with them gone, I want nothing more than to be done with whatever this was supposed to be." Victor winced at my words, the reminder of our dead child like a whip against flesh. With trembling hands, his signature still came so smooth against the creme-colored paper of our divorce agreement.

“Just sign the papers and move on.” My hands trembled as I stared down at the divorce papers, the sharp black ink blurred by my tears. The reality of the situation crushed me, pressing down on my chest until I could barely breathe. I clutched the edges of the papers tightly, my fingers curling against the smooth surface, but no strength came to me. “I don’t understand…” I mumbled, my voice cracking under the weight of my grief. “Why are you doing this to me? I know I’m fat, but you always told me beauty lies within, not on the outside.”

I whispered. “Shut up, you whore. I am glad I never opened my heart to you. I will never do so anyway.” Victor fired before throwing a file that Dorcas handed him.“Those are the divorce papers. You don’t need to sign them. Our marriage wasn't even registered. As far as the law is concerned, we were never married.” Tears streamed down my face. I had been deceived the entire time. Victor then turned toward the door. “Take her away. She has tried, time and again, to hurt my fiancée.”

AUTHORS POV SYDNEY'S heart thudded in her chest at Gavin's words. She wasn't sure she heard him right. Tears immediately began running down her cheeks. Gavin's eyes softened, he had no choice. “I said I was sorry.” She hoped it was just mirth. Gavin looked away.”The divorce papers will be ready tomorrow. I'll mail it to your office, you'll probably be busy with work to care.” How could he say that? She loved him, but she wasn't sure he felt the same. Was Avery right? Is he using the baby as an excuse to divorce her because she sexually castrated him?