El Patio Del Divorcio Novels & Stories

DIVORCE AGREEMENT. The words stare back at me. My gaze drops to the signature line. And there, staring deep into my soul, is his signature and name. Hot, angry tears threaten to spill down my cheeks as I look up at him. "Damian, you have no right to do this to me," I manage to say, my voice cracking for the tenth time today. Not that I have been counting. How dare he try to divorce me when he has been the one cheating on me with another woman?

Annie was just looking at her as if she couldn’t find the words to say. Gertrude continued to cry. Was it wrong to dream about her marriage to work out? Her friend continued to try calming her down. “So, tell me, what exactly happened this time?” Annie asked when she already stopped crying. Gertrude heaved a deep sigh. “He asked for a divorce,” those words almost didn’t come out of her mouth. “What did you say?”

"My dad just bailed on us. They were married for twenty-seven years, and out of the blue he filed for divorce and took off. No explanation, and we can't reach him. It was shocking for me and my sister, of course, but my mom was an absolute wreck. I drove home and spent the weekend with her. She's moving out of the house and looking for a rental place in town here. We're going to look at apartments tomorrow. I didn't know she was coming up tonight." Patricia nodded through my explanation, and then she sighed. "We're not having sex tonight, are we?" she asked sadly. "It would have to be in your room," I replied. "I'm pretty sure my roommate has a girl over. Unless you want them to watch us...?

Unbeknownst to Dex, who's ex and PA were busy doing something crazy and utterly stupid behind his back, he paced back and forth across the living room of the penthouse, the city lights glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. His mind was raging, full of thoughts that refused to go, most especially Elian. Ever since he had thrown the word “divorce” at him like a grenade, Dex had not been himself. All day the word has been repeating in his head like a mantra.

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

" 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."

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.

His voice was choked with tears as he said, "Winnie, what your father did has nothing to do with you. Let me take care of you. As for the child… We can have another. Let's start over, okay?" I looked at him and suddenly laughed. "Tyler, do you know I was kidnapped as a child? I scavenged for food in garbage dumps and slept under bridges. "I had just finally found my biological father, yet you put him in a coffin with your own hands." I took off the wedding ring on my finger and threw it at his feet. "Let's get a divorce." The ring spun on the ground, landing with a piercing clink. Tyler bent to pick it up with shaky fingers, but I didn't spare him another glance. I just turned and walked awa

“I thought you didn’t care about—” “I thought about it, and it’s better she doesn’t find out about this argument at all.” She gave me a tight smile that made my heart sink. “After all, you’re the perfect stepfather figure for her. I’m sure you don’t want to ruin your image by telling her about our bad times. Our marriage’s still okay, we’re just going through a phase.” “A phase?” “All married couples go through that.” “Diane!” “Don’t fucking yell at me.” She snapped. “Like I said, keep all details of the argument to yourself. I’ll be leaving early for work tomorrow, so we might not see until—”