Divorce Papers In Hand, World At My Feet Mga Nobela at Kwento

My eyes caught the divorce papers lying scattered on the floor; it was a glimpse of hope for me. My wiped off the tears off my face as I stood before the couples glaring at them fixedly. “I agree, I am not worthy of being your wife” I spat out with a smug as I walked swiftly and picked the papers up. My eyes scanned though the papers reading the terms swiftly…...And then… My chest kept thumping against its ribcage, my body stiffened and my eyes were popping out of its sockets. “One million….to substitute as a scapegoat…and be sent to prison” I exclaimed, my voice quivering as I stammered.

Now, you won't have to lie awake at 3:00 am staring at the ceiling, stressing over rent anymore, and you'll never have to drink until you throw up just to suck up to clients anymore! I had thought tonight would be one of the best nights of our lives. Yet, what awaited me was a divorce agreement that needed my signature. Suppressing the tremor in my lips, I inquired, "Where's the pen?" He tilted his chin toward the undercarriage of the coffee table.

It felt heavy in my hands, even though I was able to make out the feeling of paper inside. I opened the folder, and didn't even have to take it out all the way for my heart to completely sink. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. PETITIONER: EVELYN MICHELLE LANGSTON. The hum of the world collapsed in on itself into a deafening silence. A hole had been punched through my chest, and my mind spun at a million miles an hour. No… NO! This wasn't real! It couldn't be! Before I could even form a rational thought, I hopped back into my car and raced to find the one person I knew would have all the answers.

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."