Divorcement Papers Novels & Stories

My wife, Lindsey Kelsey, suffers from an aversion to intimacy. For ten years of marriage, she pushed me away again and again. Then, on our anniversary, she abandoned me and, in front of the crowd, kissed another man with reckless passion before the two of them walked hand in hand into a luxury hotel. Afterward, Lindsey brazenly declared that a real man should be magnanimous, not petty. Magnanimous? Then I wish them both eternal bliss—may they be bound so tightly they can never break free from one another. Later, I handed Lindsey the divorce papers with a blank expression. I was determined to walk away from her. But Lindsey went mad when she realized she couldn't find me anymore.

My husband was a senior military officer and a hardcore military fanatic. When I went into labor and my life was at risk, I begged him to sign the consent form for an emergency C-section. Instead, he looked at me coldly and asked, “What’s the maximum cruising speed of a Boeing 747? Answer correctly, and I’ll sign.” Later, my body tore from the prolonged labor, and our son suffocated to death. He said calmly, as if reciting a fact, “One thousand one hundred and twenty-seven kilometers per hour. Remember that?” At that moment, I looked at his indifferent expression and realized that I no longer loved him. With that, I left behind the divorce papers and disappeared from his life. “Felix, the military-illiterate wife you were ashamed of will never come back.”

That night, it all crashed. Three years. The moment she pulled open that particular bedside drawer in his bedroom and saw those papers, the truth sliced her deeper than any blade. It was never her. Has never been. The divorce he handed her felt like the final betrayal, a signature sealing years of lies. And she left with nothing but her pride vowing never to turn back. But, a year later, fate deals a cruel twist when they clash over the same billion-dollar deal only for the investor to demand, 'Work together or walk away'. Now, bound by a forced partnership, he regrets letting her go while she wonders if this partnership will heal her heart or break it all over again.

Lyra Vale was the quiet Luna of the Silver Crest Pack and her marriage to Alpha Kael was only a political union, but she slowly began to believe he may care for her. Everything changed when Kael’s first love returned and asked Lyra to leave. Lyra signed the rejection papers and prepared to walk away, but fate intervened in one shocking moment. A powerful Alpha arrived and called her his mate. Now Lyra was caught between two Alpha mates, a dangerous prophecy, and enemies who wanted her dead. As hidden powers began to wake inside her, Lyra learned that she was not an ordinary Luna. She may be the most powerful Luna the werewolf world has ever seen. But power always came with a price.

My name is Cedric Bainbridge. For six years, I've been hiding the fact that I'm married to Beatrice Thorne, the CEO. Despite everything, she won't allow our son to call her "Mom". Once again, his birthday slips her mind. Her thoughts are entirely consumed by her male secretary. I've had enough. I sign the divorce papers and walk away with our child for good. For the first time, Beatrice, who is always so calm, completely loses control. She storms into my office, demanding to know where I've gone. But this time, neither my son nor I will ever look back.

All I wanted to be was a full time reporter. One interview. One night. “I will not sign the papers.” I said firmly trying to push this devilishly handsome man off me. His touch was enough to cause the butterflies in me and put me in a trance but I am willing to fight. “I won’t marry you even at my death bed, Mr. Dominic.” He smirked and leant closer to me. I turned my head away from his face causing his lips to brush across my cheek. His whispered, “Sign the papers or else…” Getting caught spying comes with the worst consequences for Anastasia. And even worse when the devil, himself catches her.

"Sign it." His voice was cold, sharp as steel. "Wait-there must be a mistake." "Sign the damn papers," he said, his voice low and razor-edged. I swallowed hard. My father's threats echoed in my mind: If you don't, you'll never see your son again. And I signed. Elizabeth Harper was never meant to marry him. He was danger dressed in a tailored suit, wealth wrapped in silence, power masked by cold blue eyes. A mistake, one signature in the wrong room, and now she's tied to Christian Reed, the ruthless billionaire known for destroying empires... including his own bloodline. She was supposed to be invisible, Obedient and disposable.

Nang dahil sa kapusukan ay walang nagawa si Zia nang ipakasal siya sa lalaking kailanma'y hindi niya magugustuhan. Labis ang pagkamuhi niya dahil sa pagsasama nilang ito. Lalo pa at ang kapatid nito ang nilalaman ng puso niya. Pero bakit noong inilatag na ng asawa ang annulment papers nila ay tumututol na ang puso niya? Nagawa na ba nitong pasukin ang kanyang puso sa ilang taon na nagsama sila sa iisang bubong? Paano kung nagsawa na ito kakahintay sa kanya at may mahal ng iba? Mababawi pa kaya niya ang lalaking minsan ng naging pag-aari niya?

Kamaria and Damien marriage was an arranged marriage by their fathers. Damien never loved Kamaria and felt caged in their marriage, but Kamaria on the other hand have loved Damien since they were teenagers. When Damien's father died Damien decided to divorce Kamaria. On the verge of signing the divorce papers Kamaria found out that she was pregnant. When she told Damien he demanded that she will give birth to the child before leaving. Scared of her child being taken from her Kamaria ran from Damien. Ten years later Kamaria is back in town and Damien is once again knocking on her door, threatening to take away her daughter. What will Kamaria do? Will she run like she did the last time or will she fight?

“Sign it.” Axton’s calm voice echoed in the room. The kind of calm that made silence deafening. He pushed the divorce papers across the polished desk, his expression cold and composed. The pen rolled until it stopped in front of her hand. Isla’s fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up. The golden ring on her finger glinted under the office light, a cruel reminder of everything that was about to end. Three years of marriage, three years of smiles and unspoken tenderness, now reduced to a signature line. They had never married for love, binded by a contract signed for convenience, destined to expire the moment it no longer served its purpose. And yet somewhere along the way, Isla had forgotten it was only temporary.