El Patio Del Divorcio Novels & Stories

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

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.”

One of our marriage certificate and the other. "A divorce agreement." My eyes bulged out of their sockets, my brain struggling to wrap my head around the new piece of information. Damian joined us in the lounging area, too curious to resist giving us space. Like the curious tom he was, he is peeked over my shoulder at the single piece of paper that meant Scarlett would be so fucked by the court, she would never recover enough to show her face on her street, let alone a modeling agency.

Atticus affirmed, “I’m here because I need your help with something.” “How can I assist you, Mr. Atticus? If I can, I’ll give it my all.” He looked as if he were grappling with his thoughts, trying to find the right words. Then he said two words that shocked me. “Divorce!” I was stunned for a good while. “Mr. Atticus, are you joking? I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. It’s not easy to dissolve one marriage. I can’t involve myself in just anything. Besides, you’re well aware of how your sister-in-law feels about me. I...”

I could tell the apology wasn't coming from her heart. I slightly frowned before nodding. She was rude. A thought suddenly flashed into my head. How come Oliver never told me about her? He narrated his story about high school to me and Lucia was never part of it. “Can I talk to my husband in private?” I asked, my gaze fixed on Lucia. “Uh.. Sure,” she stood up and headed to the visitors' room downstairs, definitely where she settled last night. Her hips swayed to an unspoken rhythm, each step leaving an imprint of allure that lingered in the air.

“Yes. I found happiness, peace, and joy after the divorce. You can see that in me.” “Okay, but your married life was filled with sadness, betrayal, brokenness and pains?” Sofia worded in a questioning tone. Patricia gave a thumb up, beaming. “Exactly.” “Wow!” Sofia was surprised. “But ma, why is it like this?” “Because I stay far away from bad energies. I chased them away.” Patricia let out in simplicity. “Madam president, why did you divorce? Is the news true? Did your husband divorce you because you cheated on him?” Sofia flung another question.

It was obvious poverty was taking its pound of flesh on him since he got divorced by Opula and left the villa. “You know how busy I can be, Ken Patrick. Why have you decided to disrupt my movement?” Salsa asked and added, “The last time I checked you were divorced by your wife, Opula on a case of infidelity…” Ken interrupted her, “That happened between the both of us yet I wonder why you are still working full time as the chef of the family,” he shrugged and intoned yet further, “I bear no grudges, of course my divorce was politicized. But I have come to know how Opula is fairing.”

“It’s honestly entertaining to watch.” “But… he’s divorced, right?” “Yeah. His ex went nuclear when she didn’t get anything in the settlement. But he still gave her fifty grand to keep her quiet.” “Ohhh…” she murmured, her tone lighter now. And for the first time in what felt like ages, I saw a flicker of peace return to her eyes. –Patricia–

"And angry at myself for missing her. And I didn't want you to see either of those things." "Caleb." I held the phone and looked out the window. "We could have talked about any of this. Any one of these things. At any point in five years." "I know," he said. "I know that now." The divorce was finalized twelve days later. I signed the papers in Patricia's office on a Tuesday morning in December. Patricia handed me a pen and I used it and when I was done I sat there for a moment with the signed pages in front of me and I felt something I had not expected.

Carlton on the other hand is really serious about divorcing marigold. A few minutes ago, we hung out together to take a cozy stroll in the park and our discussion basically centered on his decision to divorce marigold. As a matter of fact, he already packed her stuffs to her parents house. What’s left is just to finalize their divorce in papers and in court which he promises to do once he’s back from the BOOTCAMP which is already due tomorrow.