Divorce Prescription Novels & Stories

He shakes his head “I do have to. And I will.” I swallow hard. It’s too much. His concern, the way he’s looking at me right now—like I matter, like I’m still his wife in more than just name. But I’m not. He’s divorcing me. He loves another woman. So why is he doing this? Carlos gestures toward the nightstand. “Did you take the rest of the meds the doctor prescribed the other time? It could be the same sicnkess” Panic spikes through me “I—”

That night, I went online and searched for information about filing for divorce. I knew it would be a challenge for me to get a divorce without Austin's consent. Even so, would the outcome be different if I forfeited everything or if I had evidence of Austin's cheating during our marriage? I consulted several lawyers online, and they all practically gave me the same answer: it would be easier for me to get a divorce if I obtained evidence of my spouse's wrongdoings. Now that I had a better idea of how to proceed with my divorce, I was filled with energy.

I felt Don staring at me, but decided it'd be best to avoid his gaze. "Is there no way you could summarize whatever stuff's in here." I had to ask when I thought the boredom was going to end me. "Well," Mr Hames started, I actually thought he was going to tell me to read it myself or something, "it's mostly emphasizing on you not planning to get a divorce till two years. "If you attempt a divorce any time within that period, you'd pay the amount he gave you, which is $500000, in six folds. So you'd have to pay $3000000 to get a divorce."

"I've been in poor health. I hope you'll understand, Percy." Percy was speechless as he thought, "Stop pretending! Did you forget I was there when you devoured those companies? You didn't look sick then! Taking a deep breath, Percy remembered his purpose here. He turned to the pregnant Lettie. "Generally, I would advise against divorce trials. Both parties should discuss it together if possible. An out-of-court settlement is best." He added, "It's for your benefit. Given your pregnancy, judges might deny the divorce or mandate a cooling period. Based on current evidence, your husband hasn't committed serious marital misconduct, so victory isn't guaranteed."

he said. Once the door closed behind him, I tore off the top page of the agreement, revealing the bolded words—"Divorce Agreement". If Ian had just been patient with me before answering Francesca's call, he would've discovered the truth. My hand trembled slightly as I held the divorce agreement. There was only one month left, just enough to erase the eight years I spent with him.

And this man, this cold, terrifying man was offering a lifeline wrapped in thorns. I folded my arms. “No intimacy?” “Unless mutually agreed upon.” His voice was like ice breaking over concrete. Smooth, but dangerous. “And after a year?” “We file for divorce. Clean. Quiet. No drama.” I laughed under my breath. “Everything about you screams drama.” He didn’t laugh. Not even a twitch of a smile. I hated that even more. “Why twelve months?” I asked. “Because thirteen would be unlucky.” I raised an eyebrow. He stared at me. Unblinking. Serious.

"Given the evidence of emotional abuse and your admitted infidelity, this court grants the petition for divorce. The division of assets will proceed according to the prenuptial agreement." Michael slammed his fist on the table. "This is absurd! Your Honor, I've built a career from the ground up. Justin just promoted me to Executive Vice President at Westfield Corp! I'm managing their entire East Coast division now. She doesn't deserve half of everything I've worked for!" "Perhaps you should have considered that before your extramarital activities, Mr. Anderson," the judge replied coolly. "The prenuptial agreement you both signed is quite clear on the consequences of infidelity."

I looked down and continued indifferently, “Since we were never married, there’s no need to get a divorce. Let’s break up.” I hung up. The next second, there was a loud knock at my door.

In the Winslow residence, Tamara sat on the couch watching the rain outside. Three years had passed since she married Braxton. She could count on one hand the number of times she had gone back home. Just now, she told her mother, Rosette Barlow, about her divorce and everything in between. "That monster!" Rosette got up immediately and walked over to her desk to grab her phone. "Immediately prepare the termination contacts! We'll be pulling out all our investments in Merrick Group! Now!"

After setting a cup of coffee in front of her, I sank onto the other couch. Her voice was hoarse. "After all this time, you still remember how I like my coffee." A faint smile lingered on my lips. "Since you came to see me, I'm assuming you've already seen the divorce agreement. I'm not asking for half your assets. All I want is custody of Parker." Beatrice took a deep breath and lifted her eyes to meet mine. "Cedric, I don't agree to the divorce." I simply nodded. Her response was exactly what I had expected. "It's fine. I can wait. After all, the marriage will automatically dissolve after three years of separation."