Fake Funny Divorce Papers Novels & Stories

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.

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband, Julian Calloway, told me he had been reborn and wanted a divorce. “Three months from now, I’ll go bankrupt. You’ll work yourself to death helping me pay off my debts, and you’ll die young. “This time, I absolutely refuse to drag you down with me. Take this $9,000,000. We’ll get divorced—” Before he could finish, I picked up the pen and signed. “Fine. Just transfer the money to my account.” That evening, while I was gathering my things from the living room, I overheard Julian’s secretary, Naomi Foster, speaking smugly through his phone. “I can’t believe she’s actually that stupid. How did she ever get into Harvard? “You made up some ridic

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."

"Just chilling. Thought maybe I could help." I smiled, genuinely thankful, and gently pushed the door open. Laughter spilled out from inside. "Man, only you could've pulled that off, Clement. Leaving Faye stranded in Svalmere—bet she cried her eyes out." "So, when are you bringing her back?" I gripped the door handle tighter when I heard Clement's slow, relaxed drawl. "What's the rush? I'll bring her back when she learns her lesson. You guys won't believe this—she actually emailed me a divorce agreement the other day. Said she wanted to 'end things'. I almost died laughing. It's obviously a bluff.

Finally, he snapped his head up, and his eyes were wide with disbelief. "T-This is impossible! You forged this! You must've forged this! Sabrina, you'll really resort to any underhanded tactic just to get a divorce!" "Forged?" I raised my eyebrow and mockingly shot back, "Casper, do you honestly think I have nothing better to do with my time than forge a medical report? "I'm giving you three days. Three days from now, I expect to receive a signed copy of these divorce papers, stating you're walking away from this marriage without a single penny.

The hot oatmeal spilled across the covers. I closed my eyes as my breathing became uneven. The air conditioning in the hospital room made me shiver. Olivia let out a scornful laugh. "You're a grown man. Why are you pretending to be weak? Do you think this is going to stop me from getting divorced?" "Olivia… I really didn't cheat. There's no other woman. You're the only one!" In response to my explanation, she simply tossed a new divorce agreement in front of me. "Now those five properties are gone too.

I snatched the envelope from the man and began to open it. "Who is stupid enough to sue you?" My body grew tense when I saw the papers with a forged signature. "I'm not getting sued; these are divorce papers." "What?" I took a few deep breaths and continued walking to the elevator, crumbling up the papers and tossing them in the trash. That bastard has gone too far.