Fake Funny Divorce Papers Novels & Stories

Flashback to when he promised to stand by me forever, but where was he now? Then I remembered the divorce papers he mentioned. I wiped my tears and sat up, brought the suitcase closer and removed the big, brown envelope that was in there. I unsealed it and brought out the paperwork in it. They were indeed divorce documents. He just had me sidelined, got the papers ready with his signatures boldly fixed in where needed. All of a sudden, I burst into laughter, pathetically. "Stupid fool." I thought aloud. After I had signed, he would be needing the documents back for finalization so what did he just do?

What was he saying to her “I don't get it,” “We are not husband and wife, only in public and in front of the family… from now on, don't use my last name… I'll have my lawyers prepare the divorce papers…we'll live and fake as husband and wife but after six months…we'll go our separate ways," the man added, not like Alana wasn't happy. But the way he was saying it made it sound as if she wanted to be his wife

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,”

she blurted out “Dad, you didn't officially divorce her?” I could see the tension in the room as dad stepped forward, looking concerned “I sent the divorce papers” he said as he brought out some documents “And where is the seal?” Vivian shot back with the usual evil smile leaving her lips. It was as if she had everything all planned out as the tone in her voice was sharp. In an instant, it became clear she has sent back fake divorce papers. I couldn't fathom how she managed to pull that off.

"You know what's funny, Sophia? If you'd said that five years ago, I would've believed you." The door shut. Silence. The divorce papers stared back at me from the table. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the couch, hands shaking as I picked them up. The words blurred, cutting like knives. I let them slip from my fingers and buried my face in my palms, shoulders trembling. What the hell had I missed?

The paper felt h‍eavier than it should. Ava st‍ared at it for a lo‌ng‌ time without blinkin‌g. ‌ Divorce papers. Final ones. ‌ Not the contrac‌t they h‌ad signed in the beginni⁠ng. No‌t the fake agreement that started e‌verything‍.⁠ This was r‍eal. Lega‌l⁠. Permanen‌t.

With an annoyed sigh, I took it from him. "What's this?" I asked, without opening it. "Divorce papers," Mr. Flint stated simply. "Divorce papers?" I nearly choked on my mamosa. There was a long, awkward pause before I burst into laughter. I laughed and laughed, my entire body shaking with amusement. Divorce papers? Seriously so hilarious. Mr. Flint stood quietly, waiting for me to finish laughing. "Oh, my God, I'm sorry," I said, wiping the tears that had escaped from my eyes. "I thought you said divorce papers."

I stuttered, tears welling up in my eyes. "Just shut the fuck up and check!" He retorted, hissing afterward. "Can she read?" the woman, Maureen, asked with a mocking smile. "To an extent," Dustin replied, and both of them burst into fits of shaming laughter. My breath hitched, and my heart quivered, threatening to shatter. With shaky hands, I picked up the papers from my thighs. Through my teary eyes, I saw "DIVORCE" boldly written on the papers.

Jeri giggled after saying that. "Huh?” Francis was taken aback by Jeri's words. Perhaps she was kidding. " What are you saying? We just got married a day before, and you're saying we're divorced? Who said so?” "This document stated so," Jeri said, throwing two papers at him and furrowing her brow. Francis stood dumbfounded as he stared at the papers on the ground. He couldn't comprehend what Jeri was talking about as he was unable to remember signing any divorce papers.

He approached me before looking down his nose at me. "Natania, stop with the act. Who are you putting on a show for? Don't you think it's humiliating?" Instead of answering, I leaned over to grab my bag from beside the couch before taking out something I had prepared beforehand. With a smack, I tossed a stack of papers onto the coffee table. Their laughter abruptly ceased when they realized what the papers were. Two documents were at the very top—a divorce agreement and an agreement to revoke a property gift.