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

“I’m adding this to the money he owes me.” "Thank you for coming," I said, wrapping my arms around myself. "Well, I was already here… in Manhattan. His apartment, to be exact. I was stealing cash." That pulled a small laugh out of me, one I didn’t even know I had left. "Divorced, huh?" she said, like she was thinking out loud. "Yes, I am. But I’m also married now… to someone else." Her eyes widened like I just caught her off guard and then shifted to something that looks a lot like sadness.

Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce. That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?" The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake." Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend. I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm ar

She smirked sarcastically and said, “So what? Jocelyn’s reputation has been ruined everywhere. Regardless of how powerful Skyler Moore is, can he change the netizens’ opinion?” She raised her brows and rolled her eyes proudly. “Those netizens are complete fools. They’ll believe in anything that I say now! Most of them are just following the general public opinion. Don’t you know that?” Howard stared at her wrist. His expression suddenly changed. “You didn’t slit your wrist?” Lily’s hand froze as she signed the document. She then threw the signed divorce agreement to Howard and covered her wrist. “What nonsense are you talking about?!”

My knees gave out, and the phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the floor. “This isn’t real,” I whispered, shaking my head. But then I saw the papers on the console table by the stairs. A cold chill crawled down my spine as I picked up the document. A DIVORCE paper!

Between the attempted extortion and the disorderly conduct charges, she would have a solid two weeks in the detention center to think about what she'd done. That afternoon, I had my lawyer deliver the drafted divorce agreement straight to the basement Elliot was currently renting. The terms of the agreement were simple; Elliot would leave the marriage with absolutely nothing to his name, and he would bear joint liability for any financial losses I incurred due to his personal misconduct during the course of our marriage. … In the evening, a heavy sheet of rain began to pour. Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse office, I overlooked the rain-drenched city below.

"Please do enlighten me, Ms. Chloe." I didn't hold back. "If a man is meant to be yours, you won't need to fight for him. Even if you stay away, he’ll still be yours. But if he isn't meant for you, he’ll never stay, no matter how much attention or effort you put in.” She put her cup down. I could see her lips twitch, but she kept a smile on her face. "So, I don’t bother paying attention to unnecessary gossip because it's a waste of energy. Some people say I seduced him despite being a divorcee with a daughter. It sounds malicious, but the truth proves he’s still mine," I said assertively. Even I was impressed with myself. Poppy was visibly stunned by what I said and looked at me in disbelief

Right after he said that, a series of noises suddenly sounded from outside. It was the noise of high heels click-clacking against the ground. The noise got closer and clearer. Soon after that, the door opened. Sherry confidently walked in in her black dress and beautiful high heels. She slammed a set of divorce papers on the table before Arthur. Then, she stood up straight and coldly said, "I've prepared the divorce papers. We'll share the assets and split the company into two. Your eldest son can have half of it, while my son can have the other half. Sign it now!"

I even thought that they could be the bridge between me and Corbin, mending our relationship so that I would eventually be closer to him. But now, I realized that everything had just been a figment of my imagination. I suddenly heard the twins whooping in glee. "Welcome home, Ingy!" "You can be our mommy, Ingy!" I opened the door, went out, nodded at Ingrid in greeting, and handed Corbin the divorce papers. "Here, sign them. I'll leave at once."

Finally, I opened it and the first letter I could digest struck a chord, my breathing felt like it was hanging on for a few seconds Divorce papers. I sank to my knees.

His fantasy of becoming New York's newest tycoon had gone up in smoke. Under the court's ruling, our divorce was finalized. When I held those divorce papers in my hands, I was all smiles. The moment I stepped out of the courthouse, Mr. Forsythe and his men blocked Marcus and Amber's path.