Novel & Cerita Divorce Papers In Hand, World At My Feet

My lips parted slightly as I took the papers. My eyes scanned through the papers while reading the clauses attached to both parties. I didn't see Liam's signature but I was happy he prepared the divorce papers just like I wanted. He must have been eager to send me out of his home because I thought the divorce papers wouldn't get processed until two days later. Ah, he must have been happy when getting the papers ready. My fingers wobbled slightly as I signed the papers with my signature. A part of me felt like tearing up, knowing I would have to bury the feelings I have for Liam.

And I was alone. I walked. Didn't go back to the apartment right away. Just walked. Bought coffee from a cart. Drank it standing on a corner watching traffic. Everything kept moving. By the time I got back, it was past noon. I unlocked the door. Stepped inside. The quiet closed in around me. I set my bag down. Walked to the kitchen and poured water. Stood there holding the glass. The divorce papers haven't been filed yet. But they were real.

The words on the paper slowly registered inside my head, and I felt my world shatter like a fragile piece of glass around me. A dull pain pierced through my heart. Divorce papers… Divorce. Papers. No. No. God, please, no. “W-What is this?” I whispered, more to myself than to him, my voice barely above a breath. I looked up at Adrian, but his face remained as cold as the paper trembling in my hands. “Adrian, what? Actually no, tell me why… Are these papers for us?” The question was as stupid as I felt presently, because as my gaze traveled low, I saw both our names boldly written and waiting for our signatures.

“That’s for you.” My legs felt weak as I walked over. My name was typed on the front. I pulled out the papers. The words were big and brutal: DIVORCE PAPERS. I couldn’t breathe. The pages fell from my hands, floating to the floor. “What is this?” My voice was a tiny, broken thing. “It’s what it looks like,” he said, his tone flat. “This isn’t working. It hasn’t worked for years. We’re done.” “Done?” The word didn’t make sense. “Julian, we’re married! Please, listen to me! I have to tell you something important!”

My hand stayed by my side, clenched into a fist. “You think throwing a tantrum is going to change anything?” I hissed. Her eyes didn’t waver. “I’m not throwing one,” she replied. Her voice was like a blade—sharp and precise. Before I could speak, she reached into her bag again. Thud. A thick folder slammed against my chest. The sound echoed off the walls. I caught it by reflex, the weight almost making me drop it. Papers slipped out, scattering across the floor. Divorce papers.

My heart beat uncomfortably, and my palms were suddenly sweaty as I bent to pick my bag from the floor. Trying so hard to convince myself that he didn't say that, Theo confirmed it further by knocking the divorce papers on the table. “You can ask for anything you want. I won't treat you unfairly.” His cold words numbed me. I glanced up, my initial shock now replaced by a feeling of realization. My eyes fell on the divorce papers, my vision blurred suddenly with tears that clouded my eyes. So this is it. Struggling to control my emotions as they threatened to burst out, I clenched my jaws.

The only person who visited him during that time was Damon, who brought two documents with him: the divorce agreement Ryland had signed and the finalized property settlement. He handed both to Ryland, who was alone, completing his discharge paperwork. "Mr. Webster, the waiting period has ended. As of today, you and Ms. Cameron are officially divorced." Looking at his own signature on the divorce papers, Ryland thought back to a month earlier. Back then, he'd watched eagerly as I signed my name. Now all that remained was despair. He laughed at himself for believing he could have everything he wanted. He laughed at his own selfishness and the reckless way he'd pushed himself into a dead end.

(Calder) “No delays. No legal games. If Mia wants a divorce, let it happen.” My lawyer goes quiet on the other end of my call. “Calder, if the divorce goes through now, Common Ground goes.” “I know.” “There may still be options,” he offers. “I don’t want options. I’ve made up my mind.” He takes a breath. “All right.” “And I want the prenup and anything attached to it gone.” He is quiet again.

A thin file. He flicked it toward me. It hit the floor near my feet. Papers spilled slightly from the folder. Divorce papers. “Let’s not waste any more time, Videl,” he said. “Sign those and leave.”

"You're really committed to the act. Now quit playing—where's Nadine? Bring her out!" Then I watched him do it. Stomped on Nadine's ashes like they were dirt. All I could do was cry and try to scoop what was left into my arms. I opened my mouth, heart stuffed with everything I wanted to say—but only one line came out. "Gerard, I'm tired. Let's get a divorce."