Divorce Prescription Novels & Stories

"Mr. Northridge, you've misunderstood. I'm not here to chat with Grandma today. I've come to persuade her to agree to the divorce. She's been kind to me, and I want to bid her a proper farewell." Northridge scrutinized her for a few seconds, his expression a mix of emotions. "The prenuptial agreement safeguards Reginald's pre-marital and marital assets, so you have no claim to those assets. As for compensation, a hundred million suddenly appeared in your account a few months back; I assume it was his favor?" Arabella nodded. "Yes." Northridge opened his briefcase and produced a stack of documents, handing them to Arabella. "My lawyer has prepared the divorce agreement. Review it, and if ther

Michael could see she hadn’t taken her medication. She needed it to regulate the chemicals in her brain. He knew if she didn’t, this confrontation could cause many problems for her. “Juliette, you need to remember to take your medication regularly. Refusing it now is a terrible idea. How will you manage the rest of your day? Gentlemen, as you can see, my wife needs supervision to function and meet the demands of her life. I fully intend to provide that care. This is not acceptable. This was a terrible error, and I am unwilling to let it stand. If my wife wants a divorce, she will have to prove to me we can’t have a good marriage. We can revisit this in six months’ time. Until then, my wife w

Solomon exclaimed angrily. Clenching the crumpled letter in his hand, Barrett spoke in an icy voice, "I said, take it to court if you want. I've prepared the divorce agreement. You can review it first." He gestured for the steward to present the divorce agreement to Carissa, who reached out and took it. The steward sighed almost imperceptibly as he stepped back. Carissa had been a wonderful mistress. Why did Barrett have to divorce her? Carissa glanced through the document, recognizing her husband's handwriting from the letters she'd received from him over the past year. The divorce agreement was brief. It cited her disobedience and jealousy as grounds for the divorce, and ended with a wish

" Clement's face turned red with rage. Normally, he'd explode right about now. But this time, he was so choked up, he couldn't even get a word out. I glanced curiously at Vincent. He must have come from a powerful family—Clement wouldn't be holding back like this otherwise. Still, this was my fight. I couldn't let anyone else fight it for me. I stepped forward and looked Clement right in the eye. "I came here today to make one thing clear: I'm divorcing you. I don't care what your answer is. I've made up my mind. If you won't sign peacefully, then I'll take this to court. I don't care if it takes years, but that might delay your little sweetheart's future."

Dad finished, straightening up with a single document in his hand, and he held it out towards me with an expression that was part sympathy and part resignation. "Here is the divorce certificate," Dad said, the words falling like stones into water, creating ripples that spread outward and disturbed everything they touched. "Your divorce has been finalized." I took the document from him with fingers that had started trembling without my permission, my hands developing a shake that made the paper vibrate slightly as I brought it closer to look at it. The document was official and formal, printed on heavy paper with an official seal and stamps and all the bureaucratic markers that indicated this

Ashton Smith checked his watch as he left the County Clerk's Office, the divorce papers still warm in his hand. "In two minutes, the pill will kick in. You'll lose every memory of loving me for the next three days. Once you pop the antidote, you won't remember a thing that happened while we were apart—no pain, no heartache. "This split? It's just a break. We'll get married again once the dust settles. You're the only one for me, Macie. Always."

I felt that pull again. That invisible thread between us. He looked like he wanted to say something. But he didn’t. Jessica sat still, looking calm and controlled as always. The lawyer paused dramatically. “In light of these violations,” he continued, “we are requesting immediate dissolution of the marriage. Mrs. Hargrave shall receive no settlement.... No financial compensation...No future claims against the Hargrave estate or assets." People gasped and whispered amongst themselves. But my heartbeat thudded in my ears. Priscilla and Angela held my hands to make sure I was okay.

Ethan's POV The divorce papers lay on my desk like an accusation. I hadn’t moved them. Couldn’t. They dominated the polished mahogany, a stark, white monument to my supposed liberation. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Lila Blackwell v. Ethan Blackwell. Her neat, final signature. That note. I'm finally giving you the divorce you badly wanted. Consider yourself free.

Then he looks at me, “Mrs. Black, is there anything else you would like to say before we go on recess?” I look at Mr. Fellman and tap my file with the medical records for my virginity. He nods once and I stand. “Yes, your honor. I would like to request this divorce be finalized today.” “Mrs. Black, typically there is a six-month waiting period for finalized divorces.” “I understand, your honor, however, this is a unique circumstance that I believe you will find reasonable.” “What is the unique circumstance?” “My husband and I never consummated our marriage. I’m still a virgin.” I said.

Charlene grinned and said, "Yeah, I know. "As they discussed this, Charlene considered how her divorce from Thorne was going. To be honest, she had assumed that the divorce would be finalized swiftly after signing the documents Thorne had given her. However, it has been going on for months. Thorne had repeatedly told her that it was almost finished, but... She was comfortable waiting for Thorne's notice because she knew he was much more ready to finalize the divorce than she was. However, right now... After giving it some thought, she gave Padgett a call to inquire about the divorce process.