El Patio Del Divorcio Novels & Stories

At that moment, Linda cheerfully added, "So, that means after that bitch gets divorced, it probably won't be easy for her to marry into the Yoder family." If Celeste's actual abilities were inflated and her chance of marrying into a wealthy family was slim, then whether it was her or the Rodriguez family, their chances of truly rising up would be even slimmer. With that thought, Patricia, Linda, and the others all felt much better. Once they got into the car, Patricia smiled and said, "Next Wednesday is the last day of the cooling-off period. Once Trevor returns from overseas, they can basically go and finalize the divorce." Linda perked up with excitement, "Exactly!"

"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."

Looking at her bloodless face, I delivered the final sentence I had prepared for days. "All evidence of your infidelity and your conspiracy with your lover to transfer hundreds of millions in assets was submitted to the court by my lawyer yesterday. So, this divorce isn't a negotiation. It's a done deal." Amber's eyes went wide. Her pupils were filled with sheer terror and despair. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word. I didn't give her another glance. This piece of filth wasn't worth wasting another second of my sight on. I turned around and met Clara's gaze.

Ayesha's POV Patricia called on a Thursday morning in February at half past ten, which was a time I associated with calls that had something definitive to deliver because Patricia did not call at half past ten to discuss process. She called at half past ten when the process had concluded. "The decree absolute has been issued," she said. "As of today the marriage is formally dissolved." I was at my desk. The gallery was quiet, the morning light doing what it did in February, pale and honest, coming through the tall windows at the angle that made everything look slightly more considered than it was.

Charlotte asked, "Gregory, what are you talking about? We're husband and wife! How could we be strangers?" I knew she was panicking. She couldn't even remember what she had done today. I let out a cold laugh, my mouth twisting with contempt. "Charlotte, we got divorced today. We're not husband and wife anymore." The moment I said it, the unease surrounding her grew heavier. I didn't want to waste another word on her, so I turned to leave.

"I don't mean that." Kent's tone was firm. "I just think that the hidden danger that you are worried about exists, no matter if I am married to her or not, or if I am divorced or not. My divorce from her doesn't change anything. It would be better to hurry up and find someone to delete all those photos from the past." Pinel frowned. “You guys marrying is a mistake. You must divorce!”

Laura noticed the clear marks on Penny’s wrists. “Penny…” She called out with a heavy heart. Penny had a pale face, cold sweat trickling her forehead. It had not been long since her father passed away, and the company still had a lot of difficulties. Now, she was going through something like this. If she had been an ordinary person, she would have collapsed. However, Penny merely vomited silently. Then, her cell phone rang. It was a call from Francis, saying that she could go to the register office to get the divorce certificate at ten o’clock tomorrow morning.

I doubt the current smile on her face has fallen since the day she tossed my things out like roadside garbage. She wears cream today, the color of victory. Her lips curl faintly at the corners when she notices my gaze, as though she’s been waiting for this moment for years. Maybe she has. The lawyer clears his throat. “We’re here to finalize the divorce proceedings between Mr. Elijah Griffin and Mrs. Scarlett Griffin.” Mrs. The word lands heavy in my chest. Alice scoffs softly. “For now,” she mutters under her breath, not bothering to hide it. I say nothing.

The light illuminated the wide space while different dresses were arranged in rows. “Oh Emily," Chelsea said, drawing my attention back to her. I knew she must have frequented this place in the past while all I did was bury my head in my room. “You are the wife of the hottest billionaire right now in Los Angeles. I mean, Liam is hot in town right now." Chelsea added with a shrug of her shoulder. I shook my head slightly before smiling at her coldly and she laughed. “Okay. But you know I said I'm going to divorce him soon." I retorted before walking towards the left section.

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.