Fake Funny Divorce Papers Novels & Stories

"It’s simple, Anessa. I want a divorce." He reached into his briefcase, pulled out a document, and threw it at me. The paper fluttered through the air before hitting my feet. I knelt down, my fingers trembling as I picked them up. As I read the bold letters at the top—DIVORCE SETTLEMENT—a strange sound escaped my throat. I began to laugh. It started as a small giggle and grew into a full, hysterical laugh that brought fresh tears to my eyes. "You're divorcing me?" I choked out between laughs. "After everything?"

Seething, he barked at Tommaso to hurry up and finalize the divorce. Once the divorce papers were in my hands, I let out a long breath of relief. Seven years of marriage, seven years shackled to the Corleone famiglia—finally fell away. … I hailed a black sedan and headed straight to the munitions R&D facility to collect my belongings.

With a steady hand, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the forged divorce papers. “Seth, I have something to show you,” I said, my voice laced with a false sense of concern. “Evelyn asked me to give these to you. She wants a divorce.” I handed him the papers, my heart racing with anticipation. The forged document looked convincing, complete with a falsified signature that eerily resembled Evelyn's handwriting. Seth's eyes widened as he stared at the papers, his face a mask of shock and confusion. He looked as if he'd been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him.

Like my marriage was a joke they were both in on or maybe it was. “What did you just say?” he asked. I stepped closer and slapped the papers against his chest. “Sign. It. I want a divorce and I know this must be the best news you've heard so far, and it is since your company keeps getting rejected by client these days and you actually deserve it." Joyce blinked, then laughed. “Oh my God,” she said, covering her mouth. “Is this for real?” I crossed my arms. My hands were shaking, but my voice wasn’t. “Very real.”

A divorce certificate?! Lucas felt his heart drop and was immediately engulfed by a wave of panic. He picked up the divorce certificate with trembling hands and opened it while clinging onto the last vestiges of delusional hope. When he read the name on the certificate, he teared up uncharacteristically. "How could this happen? How could Cassie divorce me?" He staggered back a few steps in disbelief and had trouble standing up at all. "This must be a fake certificate. I have never signed a divorce agreement! Take this and investigate. Find out who has the guts to forge a divorce certificate between Cassie and me!"

Sean stared at the divorce certificates, his eyes bloodshot. He tried desperately to find a flaw, some loophole that would prove they were fake. Alas, the official document numbers, the officiant's signature, and the delivery address on the courier slip confirmed the truth that both divorce certificates were real. After a moment, he suddenly lifted his head, his voice hoarse. “Andrea… are you serious? Just because I married Brit to help her, you want to divorce me? And you’re willing to throw seven years of our relationship away?”

After my wife, Talia Rosenthal, becomes pregnant with her mentor's son, Lucas Hawthorne's, child, she asks me for a divorce. "We can get married after the baby's born. It's just for show, so don't read too much into it." To make matters worse, our daughter, Joyce Rosenthal, takes her side. "We need to repay those who help us. Besides, that's my mom's child too. Stop making things difficult for Mom, Dad." Instead of causing a scene like everyone expects, I nod quietly, swiftly finalize the divorce, and marry Sonya Silverstein, the woman who once saved my life. In my previous life, because I adamantly refuse to get a divorce, Talia and Joyce abandon me and leave for a distant land. I beco

"I want a divorce! My husband doesn't love me anymore!" I step into the county clerk's office holding my water-damaged marriage certificate just in time to hear a young woman at the next window filing for divorce. She's sobbing uncontrollably, insisting that she and her husband have fallen out of love. By a strange stroke of luck, her husband shares the exact same name as mine—Louie Russell. The only difference is that her husband is the wealthiest man in Jalenne, while mine is just an ordinary guy. Smiling at the coincidence, I hand my marriage certificate over to the clerk. "Could you please issue me a replacement?" But the next second, the clerk gives me a strange look. "Ma'am, you

At least not yet. It was just paperwork. A harmless little lie. Their signature is just enough ink to get them through the gates and into the villa they'd booked overlooking the coast. As they get back, Finn draws up the divorce paperwork, signs his portion, hands it to Sabrina to sign, submit to the registrar and the whole thing would disappear like it never happened. Just as she's about to sign, her stepfather calls, pulling her into the business appointment she's missed while away. By the time she returns, her puppy has torn the document and coffee has ruined what's left of it, the page warped and unreadable in patches.

Ava Della Sanchez Tears gathered in my eyes as they threaten to fall, my hands shook as I held the Divorce papers looking at Nickolaus who doesn't seem shaken as he stood waiting for me to sign the divorce papers. A smirk crept onto my lips as I wipe my tears welcoming the plan that just crept its way into my head and without warning. I held up the divorce papers in the air and wave it in his face without warning I tore them into shreds and scatter the remains on the floor.