Divorce Prescription Novels & Stories

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.

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

I put away the seventeenth bracelet he'd given me, then opened the drawer and took out the divorce papers—the ninety-ninth divorce agreement Finn had thrown at me. In eight years of marriage, every argument ended with him tossing me another one. He knew I was starved for love, knew I couldn't let go—and he used those papers, again and again, to humiliate me. But this time, I was really going to sign. My husband. My son. This ridiculous marriage. I didn't want any of it anymore… … The next morning, I was woken by pounding on the door. "Get up! Make me breakfast!" My son's toy slammed against the door of the storage room, the sound echoing through the house.

The only person who visited him during that time was Damon, who brought two documents with him: the divorce agreement Ryland had signed and the finalized property settlement. He handed both to Ryland, who was alone, completing his discharge paperwork. "Mr. Webster, the waiting period has ended. As of today, you and Ms. Cameron are officially divorced." Looking at his own signature on the divorce papers, Ryland thought back to a month earlier. Back then, he'd watched eagerly as I signed my name. Now all that remained was despair. He laughed at himself for believing he could have everything he wanted. He laughed at his own selfishness and the reckless way he'd pushed himself into a dead end.

“Excuse me, Ma’am... did you say your name is Ravelle Caleste Branson?” “That’s correct.” The clerk let out a heavy sigh and turned the monitor toward her. “Mrs. Ravelle, it seems you do not need to file a new divorce petition.” Ravelle frowned. Her heart pounded rapidly as a sudden sense of dread seized her. “What do you mean? I came here specifically to divorce my husband, Kyle Stevens.” The clerk slowly shook his head and pointed to a line of legal data on the screen connected to the national civil database. “Mrs. Ravelle, you cannot file for divorce from Mr. Kyle... because according to the country's official records, your marriage ended a long time ago.”

“Gen, I’m sure you’re overreacting. Julian is a structured guy, he wouldn't just—” “I’m overreacting?!” She storms over to the laptop. The screen is dark, but she aggressively types in a password. The monitor flashes awake. It’s a formal court document. I’m not an attorney, but I’ve seen my fair share of separation and divorce filings in my day among the various wealthy women I’ve targeted. It says *Petition for Dissolution of Relationship and Assets*—the official legal phrasing. *Julian Peter Sterling, petitioner, v. Genevieve Sinclair, respondent, in the Circuit Court of Cook County.*

"Without me, you're nothing, Zane." "I told you, if you want a divorce, pay back everything you owe me first," Vivian taunted, sounding as arrogant as ever. "See you in court, then." "You've really got some nerve, haven't you? Well, let's see how long you can hold out. I'll drag this out until you break." Before I could respond, she hung up. The line went dead, the dial tone buzzing in my ears. Strangely, I felt a sense of peace. I told myself I would get out of this marriage and leave her for good, no matter what it took.

Don't tell anyone. Clara's office was dark when Damian arrived. Just one lamp on her desk. Mira was there, laptop open. "Sit down," Clara said. He sat. The low chair again. "Peter has a sister," Clara said. "Older. Sick. She lives in a care facility upstate. Bills are twelve thousand a month." Damian frowned. "Peter doesn't make that kind of money." "No. Marcus does. The payments to Peter route through a shell company that also pays the facility directly. If Marcus cuts him off, his sister loses her care."

When I receive the call from the emergency department at City Hospital, I'm in the middle of a company meeting. "Are you a family member of Bryan Lambert? He's at the hospital right now. You need to come right away!" When I arrive at the hospital, my dad, Bryan Lambert, forces a sheepish smile at me. "It's nothing, really," he says, trying to reassure me. "The doctor said it's just acute gastritis. Once I'm done with this IV drip, the pain will go away." The nurse changing his IV can't bear to listen any longer. She thrusts the bill into my hands with a cold glare. "What kind of daughter are you?" she scolds sharply. "I can't believe you actually let someone his age work in a restaurant

STORY 1 IN DIVORCE DIARIES. ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY MINNAH (Synopsis) After five years of marriage, Anna discovered that her husband Jacob was secretly dating another woman. Instead of apologizing, Jacob asked for an open marriage and admitted he no longer loved her. Anna filed for divorce and began the difficult process of rebuilding her life after years of depending on him. Along the way, she met another man who treated her with genuine love and respect. When Jacob realised he lost her, he was filled with regret and tried desperately to win Anna back. The question remained: would Anna choose the man who had broken her, or the one who had helped her heal?