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

"No, I just need to be alone right now. I need to figure out what I'm going to do." After hanging up, I wandered through the apartment like a ghost. Everything looked the same, but somehow it all felt different. Foreign. Like I was seeing it through new eyes. I was still trying to process everything when someone knocked on my door the next morning. I opened it to find a man in an expensive suit holding an envelope. "Landon Hayes?" he asked professionally. "Yeah, that's me." "You're being served with divorce papers. Have a good day, sir." Before I could respond, he was gone, leaving me standing in my doorway holding the envelope like it was a snake. Divorce papers? We'd had one fight, one ter

She walked up to me and looked around suspiciously, noticing the stiffness in the air. I cleared my throat and regained my composure. “Do you have the papers with you?” I asked Cathy. She nodded affirmatively and opened her bag to bring it out. “What papers?” Hayes questioned keenly, looking from Cathy to me for answers. Cathy handed me the divorce papers, and I plunged them into Hayes's hands. “I’m done doing what’s best for everyone else; it’s time I started doing what’s best for me.” Hayes looked at me, still confused as to the events playing out. Lenora ran up to look at the paper, and Michael just stood frozen in place.

“I’d better go check on that. Good luck with everything, okay? Call me if you need anything.” “Sure thing. Thank you,” I repeated, and the line went dead. For a moment, I sat perfectly still. Setting the phone down, I took a steadying breath. I needed to act now. The longer I stayed here, the more complicated everything would become. I opened my handbag and reached for the divorce papers. They weren’t heavy—just a few sheets of paper stapled neatly together—but as I picked them up, they felt as hefty as a rock. My hands trembled slightly as I held them, staring at the bold letters across the top: Petition for Divorce.

I moved to pick it up and struggled to read it. "It's divorce papers, you idiot." My legs lost strength and I collapsed on the floor.

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

He comes to it, his hand floating for a moment as in case he may as of now feel the weight of its substance. He tore it open, his breath catching as he pulled out a stack of fresh lawful records. Divorce papers. For a minute, he couldn't move. His eyes dashed over the words, scanning phrases like "beyond reconciliation differences" and "division of properties" without really absorbing their meaning. His chest fixed, a sharp torment cutting through him as the realization settled in. This wasn't just a risk, a ploy to induce him to wake up and battle for their marriage. This was real. She meant business. The room felt small, the walls as well.

His voice remains steady, almost triumphant. “She carries my child. We are getting married in a few weeks.” The world tilts. My knees nearly buckle. Cameras flash around us, capturing every humiliating second. Whispers ripple through the crowd like a growing storm. I stand there frozen, the divorce papers suddenly thrust into my trembling hands by his lawyer. “Sign them, Poppy,” Barid says flatly. “My lawyer will handle the properties and the rest of the assets.”

I turned to leave the house when a small piece of paper on the floor caught my attention. I bent down and picked it up. It must have fallen from the divorce papers. Words were written on it. And the moment I saw the handwriting, my stomach twisted. “According to our agreement, I signed the divorce papers. From this day forward, we have nothing to do with each other.” My eyes widened. “You got what you wanted, Ken. Now you are free to do whatever you want.” “Congratulations on your future marriage.” My fingers trembled. The paper slipped from my hand.

His polished shoes echoed softly against the marble floor as he walked toward her. Each step felt unbearably loud. The crowd parted instinctively to let him pass. Aurora could feel their eyes burning into her from every direction. Victor stopped in front of her. His expression remained perfectly calm. In his hand was a thin folder. “These are the divorce papers,” he said. Aurora stared at him. “You’re doing this here?” she whispered. Victor’s answer was simple. “It is efficient.” He opened the folder and handed her a pen.

Natalie left! She left behind a document that shook the entire Verde City, overturning all the previous public opinions. Verde City Entertainment News acted swiftly. Within two hours of Natalie boarding the plane, a headline reading 'The Johnson Family's Young Madam Has Already Filed for Divorce' went viral on news sites in Verde City. The attached images included Natalie's signed divorce agreement, the court receipt for her divorce filing, and a handwriting timestamp analysis, which showed that this had occurred before Isabella was kidnapped.