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

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

Everyone at Hartwell Group knew I loved Julian without a shred of dignity. I was the one who got him through his four most dangerous years. When there was an incident at one of the hotels, I went in his place. When the press had the group surrounded, I stood in front of the cameras for him. When protesters closed in on him, I put myself between them and took more than a dozen stitches in my arm. So when Julian gained full control of the group, our divorce became final, and he immediately announced his engagement to my sister Claire. Everyone looked at me with pity. I could accept that Julian did not love me. I could accept that on the very day our four-year marriage ended, he got engaged to

He didn't hand it to me, he threw it at my feet, pages fanning across the rose petals. "Sign it," he said. "And get out of my house." I stared at the papers. The word DIVORCE at the top of the first page. "No." My voice surprised me. It was quiet, but it was solid. "Tyler, listen to me. I know we've been struggling. I know this year has been hard. But things are about to change... I am about to change everything, because I'm..."

REBECCA Divorce papers. My husband handed me divorce papers the moment he asked for a moment alone with me. It looked like a terrible joke. It had to be, because who the hell was that cold to hand divorce papers on the day of my mother's funeral. She was barely laid to rest and he was already doing this. I've used up all my tears for my mother, so I didn't know how to take it. My knees buckled before they hit the floor, numb and still shaking. My heart raced and it felt like any moment from now, I would have a heart attack.

Zoning out. He snaps his fingers in front of my eyes, breaking me from my trance of dreams. "Baby--" he says and I shudder at word. The way he say it all the time, always had me putty in his palms. But I have to be brave and steady to do this. I open my purse and take out papers from it. "What is it, my love?" he asks and I just bit my lip. I handed the papers to him, never in million years I imagined that I would give divorce papers to the man I love. I never thought that my marriage would be this much of a failure, that I would be separating from my husband just in 5 months into my marriage.

"You know what's funny, Sophia? If you'd said that five years ago, I would've believed you." The door shut. Silence. The divorce papers stared back at me from the table. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the couch, hands shaking as I picked them up. The words blurred, cutting like knives. I let them slip from my fingers and buried my face in my palms, shoulders trembling. What the hell had I missed?

I told myself I would get out of this marriage and leave her for good, no matter what it took. The next day, I prepared to file for divorce at the court. I had barely stepped out when someone grabbed me and dragged me into a car. I didn't even get the chance to shout before everything went black. When I came to, I was lying in a dark, suffocating space. Vivian sat beside me, naked—but so was I. "You bitch!" I snapped, rage spilling out. The response I got was a sharp slap across my face. Vivian held up her phone and played a video. It was footage of us together.

"Tell the finance department to increase the interest on the shares mortgaged to the bank by another two points." As the plane broke through the stratosphere, I sat in the executive lounge of the Seasons Hotel, signing for a special international delivery. Inside the package lay seven marriage certificates and seven divorce papers. Between them was a handwritten note from Kieran that read, "She said that if she could collect them all, you'd come back to her." I pressed the service bell and smiled at the waiter who approached. "Please shred these for me. Thank you."

Later, he had requested that I marry Ethan so the bond between our families would remain unbroken. I hadn’t protested. Because I had loved Ethan. But now, as I stood there holding the divorce papers in my trembling hands, it felt as though the ground beneath me was cracking open. The mansion that once felt suffocating now felt like it was spinning. And suddenly, my world was tilting on its axis.

And walked toward the entrance. My heels clicked on the pavement. Each step felt heavy. Like I was walking toward something final. Which I was. This was it. The end. No going back after this. I took one more deep breath. Then I walked through those doors. Ready or not. This divorce was happening.