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“So what, after saying and I quote ‘Aiden is just a friend,’ ‘You need to stop believing anything would ever happen between Aiden and I,’ you just forgot all that?” “He divorced me!” I snapped, my voice breaking before I could stop it. “I never… never thought about leaving him. I tried to fix our marriage. I booked therapy for us, he showed up only the first day and forgot the rest. I tried guidance and counseling and he never came. Sex stopped being sex. The only reason I have Hope is because one night he came home drunk out of his mind. From the next day after he woke up in bed with me, he went from coming home at 3 a.m. to not coming back at all, and still I never complained. I faked my s

“I want a divorce, Myra.” The plate slipped from my hand before I even realized I’d let it go. It shattered against the kitchen tiles, porcelain exploding into sharp white fragments that matched the sudden silence in my chest. My lips trembled as I looked up at him. “You can’t be serious, Vincent,” I stammered. “After six years… why now?” He didn’t even hesitate. His gaze cut through me, cold and heavy with disgust, before his fist slammed into the kitchen island.

"Quite possibly. The circumstances are sadly familiar. The woman had a promising future, but her partner's family was unreasonable. Divorce was undoubtedly the right decision. "Then there's the other divorced man, a classic mama's boy. He was caught cheating and even turned violent when his wife confronted him. It's no surprise they ended up going their separate ways. "Now he's living it up, enjoying his decent job and savings. Ironically, it was his ex-wife who supported him financially while he pursued his Ph.D. He's hardly someone to admire if you ask me." Mia couldn't help but find the real-life drama more captivating than any fiction.

"That one's on me. I'm sorry. But that's not divorce-level serious, right? Let's void the agreement, okay?" Her words rang in my ears. This wasn't the first time Dillon had pushed us to the edge. We'd almost divorced once before. Assets split. Papers ready. Then Jayda suddenly changed her mind. She jumped up, tore the agreement into pieces, eyes red. "This divorce is void. Let's not do this, okay? I can't lose you." Back then, I loved her. So I gave in. Acted like none of it happened. Thinking about it now... yeah. I was pathetic.

"Quite possibly. The circumstances are sadly familiar. The woman had a promising future, but her partner's family was unreasonable. Divorce was undoubtedly the right decision. "Then there's the other divorced man, a classic mama's boy. He was caught cheating and even turned violent when his wife confronted him. It's no surprise they ended up going their separate ways. "Now he's living it up, enjoying his decent job and savings. Ironically, it was his ex-wife who supported him financially while he pursued his Ph.D. He's hardly someone to admire if you ask me." Mia couldn't help but find the real-life drama more captivating than any fiction.

Her husband looked increasingly angry to see that the password was not false and Eve was able to get into her accout’s application. “You are indeed a fraud. I should have trusted Shirley, who has been my friend for a long time, more than a cheap woman from the outskirts of the market like you," “Dude, please believe me!” Eve seemed to beg by falling down and hugging one of her husband's legs. “I will divorce you immediately. I've already met a lot of women like you out there, A Gold Digger!” said Eve's husband as he forcibly pulled his cell phone which was in Eve's hand, then left the crying woman who seemed to be sitting limp on the floor.

It’s been so long since anyone touched me with tenderness. I don’t pull away. “What happened, Eva?” he asks quietly. I blink, pulling back a little. “What?” “With you and Stephan.” A hard lump forms in my throat. “We’re…getting a divorce.” His brows rise. “He served you?” I shake my head. “No. I did.” Micah tilts his head, surprise flashing across his features. “You finally left him.” “I know you both don’t like each other,” I murmur. “But he’s not all bad. Life just… happened.”

Atticus affirmed, “I’m here because I need your help with something.” “How can I assist you, Mr. Atticus? If I can, I’ll give it my all.” He looked as if he were grappling with his thoughts, trying to find the right words. Then he said two words that shocked me. “Divorce!” I was stunned for a good while. “Mr. Atticus, are you joking? I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. It’s not easy to dissolve one marriage. I can’t involve myself in just anything. Besides, you’re well aware of how your sister-in-law feels about me. I...”

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“The judge will never read a two-hundred-page dossier on Daniel’s shortcomings aloud in court, while a crowd jeers at your ex-husband. He will never start his summing up, ‘Ms. Graveney, you are a saint to have put up with such an evil scumbag and I thus award you everything you want.’ ” I can’t help coloring. That is pretty much my Divorce Fantasy. Except in my version, the crowd throws bottles at Daniel too. “Daniel will never admit to being wrong,” Barnaby presses on relentlessly. “He’ll never stand in front of the judge, weeping and saying, ‘Fliss, please forgive me.’ The papers will never report your divorce with the headline: TOTAL SHIT ADMITS FULL SHITTINESS IN COURT.” I can’t help hal