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

like you had faced yesterday and on our wedding night . ( A soul freaking out terrified shivered ran down my spines as my brain soaked his words) . So , tell me are you going to sign them or not Make a wise decision ." he said giving me divorce papers and pen in my hand to sign them. I hold the papers in my trembling hands ... And took a deep breath to calmed my racing heart which was ready to came out by breaking my ribs. I saw the papers .. his signature on them .... This man ... Pufff

Not once. She swallowed hard, forcing her trembling legs to move. One step. Then another. The stairs felt like a mountain. Each step was heavier than the last, as if the weight of his words was pulling her down. By the time she reached her room, her hands were shaking so badly she could barely turn the doorknob. The room was quiet. Cold. The only sound was her uneven breathing. Slowly, she walked to the dresser and pulled open the top drawer. The divorce papers lay there, folded neatly, as if they hadn’t torn her life apart. The paper felt rough under her fingertips, like sandpaper against her skin.

With shaky fingers, I scribble my signature on all copies and straighten, “It is done.” “Good,” he forcefully shoves the papers into an envelope and returns to his seat, “the lawyer will get to you. As agreed you get to keep the house you live in but from now on,” he smirks like nothing in this life can ever make him happier than divorcing me, “you are no longer an Armani.” On my way out, I catch a glimpse of Carla in the hallway – tall, bold, confident. She smirks as she walks past me, her perfume filling my nostrils in an unwelcome fit.

he dropped three keys in my hands. When his hands left mine, I found myself wishing they hadn't, somehow it felt safer in there. “I don’t think-” He raised a hand, “None of that. You are now my wife even if it is strictly on paper but the world sees you as so and you must present yourself as such” “Thank you” I told him. He began to walk away, “See you at dinner Emma” and then he was gone, taking is huge and comfortable presence with her.

THIRD PERSON POV “I can’t believe she could do such things!” Calla screamed, stomping her foot angrily on the ground. Madam Ye lay on the bed, turned to her side as her back throbbed in pain. Calla had been wiping her blood nonstop, yet it still spilled out again within seconds. “Please, wipe my back,” Ye said, gesturing weakly toward it. Calla scoffed, eyeing her mother from head to toe. She already felt disgusted. Why did she have to take care of such a burden?

As if he had mean me already. He just pulled out a folder from his briefcase and handed it to me. "What's this?" I asked, my heart racing. "Divorce papers" he said, his voice cold and detached. "W-What?! Why? What do you mean, divorce papers? What is this for and why are you giving it to me?" I bombarded him with questions as my eyes scanned through the documents confusedly. It felt like my whole world has crumbled. I thought we were happy? I thought our bond was unbreakable despite the challenges we were facing?

But it seems they have grown deaf to my prayers. I stand and walk over to the drawer where I placed the divorce papers. I take out the papers and grab a pen from the table. I stare at the A4 papers. A4 papers that may gain the power to bear witness to the end of my marriage with Damian. The pen in my trembling hands quiver as I continue staring at the papers, still debating in my mind if I should end my marriage. Damian loved me. Or so I thought. I loved him too, but I guess it wasn't enough to keep him with me.

After just two years of working, I saved up and bought my own apartment. "You, on the other hand, didn't seem to have achieved much despite having everything handed to you by your family. I think that shows I'm more capable than you." Right then, Clement snapped. He grabbed the divorce papers and hurled them at me. I stepped back quickly, and Vincent raised his arm to shield me. The papers fluttered to the floor after hitting his arm. I let out a small sigh. Great. Now I'd have to reprint them. Clement's face twisted with anger as he barked at Vincent, "What are you doing? Whose side are you on?"

At that moment I felt my throat burn as my knees weakened and I slowly slid to my knees as I grabbed the paper with me. The words divorce were boldly inscripted on it.

One for me. Once, I was a top lawyer. Now, after all these years, I was finally looking at divorce papers again— This time, for myself. After a long night, the papers were finally done. "Why isn't the place cleaned up? And where's breakfast?" Steven's and Anton's voices echoed from the other room. Maya and I slid the divorce papers in front of them. They didn't even blink. Just tossed them aside. "What are we supposed to do with these useless sheets? Where's breakfast?"