Novel & Cerita Divorce Stories

I asked with a hint of urgency in my voice. “I’m just on my lunch break, you sound sad. Is everything okay?” She asked, her voice laced with concern. Celeste had this superpower of knowing when things were wrong with me even through the phone. I responded with a scoff. “No, everything isn’t okay.” My voice was slightly cracked. “Patrick wants a divorce.” My heart shattered into a million pieces as I voiced it out loud. “What?” She gasped in disbelief. “A divorce? Why?” I shrugged my shoulders. “He said I cheated on him.”

“Blake, I think… I think it’s time for a divorce. I need you to sign the papers and file them with the court. Please stop stalling and do the right thing.” There was silence on the other end, and she could almost hear the gears working in his mind. “Divorce? You’re serious?” He laughed, but it was a brittle sound. “No, Treasure, let’s not go down that road. You know I’m not ready for that. I haven't finished giving you what you need; you just have to let me get my money's worth. I only want one thing; it's the only thing I miss about you. It's that thing between your thighs.”

The answer to my question stared right in my face as I had woken up early in the morning to get the documents prepared. Eight years loving you and five years of calling you my wife. Today, I, Randy White has finally decided to give you what you've always wanted—freedom, sealed in ink. Divorce papers. “Oh yeah,” Clara giggled into her phone as she walked down the stairs, “yes, Kyle of course I have time tomorrow night,” she said as walked straight to the dining table and settled down, “Okay, yeah. I'll see you soon,” she said, giggling again at something he had said.

"Leonard is back in the country again. Let's get divorced." I, Xavier Locke, handed the signed divorce papers to my wife, Melanie Slater, with a numb expression. For a brief moment, Melanie looked startled, but she quickly regained her composure. With practiced ease, she signed her name on the agreement. Just like the previous six times, she casually made the same promise. "Lenny will leave in a month. I'll remarry you by then." Even in the past, those words had never given me any sense of security. I'd force her to swear on it or sign a written promise. But this time, I felt nothing at all. I couldn't even muster up the desire to respond to her.

"Serena, let's go home and talk." "This is my home." "It's my home too." "Not after tomorrow." A muscle in his brow twitched. "What's that supposed to mean?" I held up my phone screen for him to see. The first draft of the divorce papers was already saved. Adrian's face went ice-cold. "You want a divorce over something this small?" Something this small. I chewed on those words, then nodded. Adrian drew a deep breath. "Serena, marriage isn't one of your court cases. It's not black and white."

She had walked out on her husband in the middle of the night and signed divorce papers and left her old life behind in ashes. She was not a teenager with a crush. She was not a young woman waiting for her first date. She was a grown adult who had seen the worst of what men could do, who had been lied to and cheated on and made to feel small and worthless and invisible for three long years. But this wasn't just any man.

I whispered. “Shut up, you whore. I am glad I never opened my heart to you. I will never do so anyway.” Victor fired before throwing a file that Dorcas handed him.“Those are the divorce papers. You don’t need to sign them. Our marriage wasn't even registered. As far as the law is concerned, we were never married.” Tears streamed down my face. I had been deceived the entire time. Victor then turned toward the door. “Take her away. She has tried, time and again, to hurt my fiancée.”

"Don't take it personally. Victor's just emotional today, so he's acting out a little. Give me some time to calm him down. Once he's stable, we'll get married again. This time, we won't divorce anymore." I didn't answer. At Victor's urging, Charlotte drove away. I had believed that same promise seven times already. Every time, I believed her. Every time, I was fooled. The first divorce happened because Charlotte forgot Victor's birthday. The second happened because Victor lost his beloved cat. The third happened because Victor had a nightmare and said he dreamed Charlotte didn't want him anymore after she got married. And this time, it was because Charlotte had prepared a gift for me and not

Pages and pages of the formal, cold document that was what a marriage looked like when it was being taken apart. Then Franklin reached across and turned to a page near the back. There was a marked clause there. He put his finger on it. "Read that section," he said. I read it. It took me reading it two different times to understand what I was looking at, and even then my brain kept wanting to reject it. The clause sealed all records related to Sarah Hale's medical condition and location. It wasn’t just medical privacy rules. This was something else, something built specifically into the divorce agreement as a condition of the financial settlement.

“That was the truth. Marcus was raised Catholic so his family never believed in divorce…even though they strongly believed in adultery. When I told him about the pregnancy and asked for a divorce, he refused. He said we were now equal-equal, we both had kids with other people so what was the point of divorcing. “He wanted me to give Sean to my parents to raise once he was born so we could continue living as a happy couple. Of course I didn’t want that but he was firm in his refusal. We eventually agreed to go on separation and during that time none of us tried to contact the other. “Eventually, whatever little feelings we had for each other fizzled out and we got divorced without drama…altho