Fake Funny Divorce Papers Novels & Stories

… When she sobered up the next day, she said, "Let's get another wedding." I knew she only wanted that to trick her true love into coming home. Still, I agreed to it with a smile, but within the wedding planning contract she signed was another agreement. The divorce papers. "I thought the contract was supposed to be… less thick." A frown creased her forehead. She flipped through the pages, but she never signed them. The woman was a famous entrepreneur in Riverton. Cheap tricks would not work on her. The second last page was the divorce papers I snuck in.

Lester's breath caught. Divorce? When had he and Natalie even filed for divorce? How had he not known? No. It couldn't be! It had to be fake, something she'd staged to scare him. Yes, that had to be it. Lester tried to reassure himself as he shakily flipped through the divorce papers. But as his eyes scanned the pages, all the hope he had was shattered. The divorce certificate listed both his and Natalie's names. The seal of the courthouse looked genuine—it was no forgery. There was no doubt—it was real.

Her eyes spark with expectations and satisfaction, immediately approaching him, she asks, " What do I have to do? I am fine as long as I don't have to follow that bastard!" Vasquez smirks with victory and walks towards his printer. He came here early morning, just to prepare something for her. " Sign it!" Throwing the prepared file in front of her, he comforts himself on the couch. She holds the paper, it's heavy enough to understand, and and there are lots of things he has added. Her eyebrows knit with confusion. But her expression changes drastically into surprise when she reads the information. " I have to divorce you?" " Isn't it obvious? Also the marriage certificate is fake. The divorc

Anna stuttered. "Ha ha," Simon mimicked, his brows drawn together as he added, "Do I look like I am?" "What are you talking about? What is that?" Anna asked, pointing at the document on the table. "That is our divorce papers, Anna; sign it and be gone. This sham of a marriage has gone on for too long anyway." Simon replied, pacing as he spoke. Anna staggered, her feet giving out on her as she slumped down into one of the dining seats. She held the table with her trembling right hand, slightly hitting the vase.

I placed the divorce papers in front of Shane and said softly, "I'm tired. Let's get a divorce." Shane's expression turned cold. Sneering, he said, "Are you serious?" "Yes," I replied. He picked up his pen and said dismissively, "Sure, I'd be delighted. Just don't regret this and don't come to my house crying after the divorce. That would be incredibly annoying." I laughed. "I definitely won't do that." With a swift stroke of his pen, Shane signed his name on the papers, black ink stark against the white background.

He chuckled but I ignored him as I opened the envelope and pulled the stapled papers out with shaky hands. My eyes fell upon the bold letters sitting proudly at the top. It said DIVORCE AGREEMENT. “Divorce papers?” I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips. “Yes Marlowe, divorce papers. I think that it is high time I stop pretending and make things official with Tessy here.” He said. “Don't you agree Marlowe?” She asked me as she went up to Derek, rubbing her breasts over him. "We don't want to keep deceiving you anymore you poor thing." she said to me with feigned sympathy.

“I—uh…” “Because apparently,” I continue with a quiet chuckle, “my wife has decided to stage this entire dramatic performance just to get my attention.” Micheal looks painfully uncomfortable. “Sir… I’m not sure—” “Never mind.” I cut in with a laugh. God. Lori really went all out this time. My eyes drift back to the divorce papers still sitting on my desk. Another amused scoff leaves me. Even going as far as printing fake divorce documents. Cute. “Lori, Lori, Lori…” I shake my head slowly. “My dramatic, needy little wife.”

His letter of forgiveness. At the lawyer’s office, I sat stiffly as he flipped through the documents, his frown deepening. "Chat records won’t hold up as solid evidence," he said, setting the papers down. "However, a letter of forgiveness from family members does carry legal weight." "Can you draft the divorce papers?" I asked. He froze, his eyes fixed on the marriage certificate. "This marriage certificate is fake." The words hit me like a blow. My wolf let out a furious howl. *They played you. Played us.*

he said. Still on the ground, Lucy picked it up slowly. Her hands trembled. “What’s inside?” she asked, confused and scared. Greg folded his arms. “Open it and see.” She tore it open carefully, and what she saw inside made her entire body go cold. Divorce papers. Lucy’s lips parted as tears rose in her eyes. “But… Greg… we’re not even married” “Exactly,” he said coldly. “Let’s make it official that we were never truly anything.”

It wasn’t hard to be a wife. My eyes scurried down further to the rules of our fake marriage. “5 million dollars, and I want it paid in full.” I announced, my mind made up. "Deal,” he readily replied. He kept staring at me with interest; his expression was unremarkable. Whatever was going through his head couldn’t be easily figured out. But to be honest, I didn’t want to know; I didn’t want any more surprises. I grabbed the pen in front of him; my heart was beating like crazy in my chest, but I sucked up my fear and signed the document quickly with almost my eyes closed, and I left the divorce paper unsigned.