Fake Funny Divorce Papers Novels & Stories

he quickly corrected, his voice firm and sharp. She smirked, circling him slowly like a predator toying with prey. “I think we are still very much married.” “No,” he snapped, his voice hardening. “We fucking signed divorce papers… The ones you brought yourself,” his words increased with each word and was filled with suppressed anger. She laughed, cruel and mocking, before pulling out a folded sheet of paper with dramatic flair. “You mean this paper?” “Yes!” He sucked his teeth. Her smirk widened. “Well, if you’d bothered to read them properly, you’d noticed they weren’t permanent divorce paper,”

He declared with a stern voice. The papers in her hand fell to the ground , she stared at Inosine looking stunned ,her ears failed to believe his words. "Excuse me?" She said to him, "This is a fake marriage built on no love and now that the contract is over, you are telling me to my face that you are not signing it because I am your wife. Innosine, when did you ever regard me as your wife!' she yelled, "I don't care what you say, I am getting divorce to you and that's it" she screened.

They hadn't even entered their home with the divorce documents before the skinny monkey spotted them and thought to himself, "Oops, I messed up. Who knew divorce documents nowadays are all in bright red." Night fell, casting the village into deeper silence. I drove through the dim streets, still feeling lingering unease from the recent document processing experience. In that remote place, I had obtained divorce documents with the skinny monkey, and although the procedures were simple, my mind was far from calm. The play of light and shadow from the street lamps flickered on the car window, and I tried to focus on driving, pushing away memories of the absurd scene. However, the image of the s

I did not realised fresh tears fell on my cheeks. My eyes were staring at the pages of agreement on his desk. It has been there since the first day I set foot in his room. It was our divorce agreement. He had prepared it since the first day we registered our marriage. With a heavy heart, I flipped to the last page to sign my fake name, Julia Raine. My hands were shaking as I signed the divorce paper without even reading its content. I placed his pen next to the agreement and sat back on the chair. There was one more thing to do.

Liam said as he unzipped his briefcase and brought out a file. "You got the divorce form!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, I went to see the lawyer immediately I left your place yesterday and gave him the marriage contract and he said one incredible thing." "What's that?" I asked. "Uhm, it's actually fake" "Fake? Fake what?" "Fake marriage contract" "Whaooo!... But I saw the stamps, names and signatures" "It's an ordinary printed out paper" "Oh wow, this sounds like a good news right? Oh My God, I feel so free" I jumped up.

He used his pointing finger to push me back, disrespectfully and Sandra giggled. “Lord, this is so hilarious. We often joke about how you keep telling me everything is perfect in your marriage while he tells me how he’s not only disgusted by you, but how much pleasure he derives from letting you know who’s boss and putting you in your place every time you think you have an opinion. I’m just so happy the cat is out of the bag, I was honestly so sick of you.” Sandra laughed, picking up her phone. David chuckled, adding, “I feel the exact same way!” Going to bring something, a paper that I didn't notice in one of the chairs. He gave it to me and I saw it was a divorce paper and I looked at it f

CORA Barely twenty-four hours after our wedding, my husband was already requesting a divorce. The fact that he got it drafted so quickly was baffling. My eyes darted between him and the papers again, trying to confirm I wasn't in some sort of trance or something. I looked down at the papers again, and then a fit of laughter escaped my mouth. "This is a joke, right? Are you trying to shoot some sort of content?" His face hardened. "This is serious."

I asked, my voice wavering with the desperate hope that maybe, just maybe this was all a mistake that could be fixed. Strickland’s expression didn’t soften as he picked up a stack of papers and slid them across the desk toward me. “Not quite. Mr. Fury has decided to drop the charges against you, but he has stipulated that this matter ends with your cooperation. He’s arranged for your release, provided you sign these.” I glanced down at the papers, my stomach flipping when I saw the bold title at the top of the page: DIVORCE PAPER. My hands shook as I clutched the edges of the paper. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. “No,” I whispered, my eyes darting up to meet Strickland’s.

She grabbed the pen and scribbled her signature on the dotted line without even looking at the agreement. The pen tore a hole in the paper, reminiscent of the hole torn through our decade-long fake marriage. Simon slumped back down on his seat, looking as if his soul had left his body. I didn't look at them any longer. I simply picked up my copy of the divorce agreement before addressing Lucas. "Let's go."

Henry and left together. I glanced at the ledger on the table, sorted it as quickly as possible, and finished packing my bags. Then I took out the divorce papers I'd already prepared and set them down in front of Julia. "Julia, let's get a divorce." Julia didn't even look at the papers. She picked them up, tossed them straight into the trash, and let out a mocking laugh. "All this drama because of what happened today? He and I grew up together. He's sick and doesn't have much time left, yet you hit him. What more do you want?" Her eyes turned cold. "And you? A self-made upstart daring to talk divorce with me?"