Fluffy Divorce Novels & Stories

these two are idiots. Orville wondered what was funny, he finally allowed Flora to disenagaged from his right grip. Flora chuckled again and covered her mouth, this man seemed to love her so much that he didn't want her to think about divorce at all...aww ..such a loving billionaire. Flora raised the divorce paper in her hand and said, "this divorce papers belongs to my father...see the name there "

ELEAND flipped through a series of paper-clipped pages from a mailing envelope resting on his table, and he furiously clenched his fist. It was the divorce papers. His wife was not joking when she threatened to file a divorce. They had been married for over five years, and he thought everything went smoothly. “Damn!” he cussed even more. He drew breath through his flared nostrils and clutched his loose man bun hair. These past few days, they were arguing about one thing—having kids. Brandy was not interested in giving birth because she loved her almost perfect figure. He could not blame her; it was her ultimate investment for her work.

I didn't want things to get ugly. But Matthew thought I was just a pushover, that he could keep walking all over me. The second he laid eyes on the copy of the divorce petitions, he blew up and ripped them to bits. Melanie had just been standing there with a tissue. Then out of nowhere, she tossed it, stormed up to me, and gave me a hard shove. "Divorce? Go for it! You think Matt's going to beg you to stay? Dream on! Do you even have a job? You've been living off him like a leech! Even if you take him to court, you're not seeing a cent.

she said as we walked in together. “Yes, he even impregnated his lover. All I want is for all of this to come to an end.” The blonde woman nodded. “Don't worry; after today and the evidence we have against your husband, you will get your divorce. They don't call me Cruella Devil for no reason. I don't come cheap but my clients always win. Now let's go and get you divorced.”

I said calmly. His head jerked up to look at me with disbelief. "No! I won't agree to it. I don't want a divorce!" "It's not your choice to make." I gave him the divorce papers I had prepared. "I've already signed them. We'll each get half of our assets. I'll get the house, and you can have the car. The company has always been yours, even before we were married, so you can have it back." Chuck looked incredibly upset while starting at the divorce papers, and he shook his head vigorously. "No, you can't do this to me, Willow. You had a part in building our company too! We can't get divorced!"

“I’m kind of in a rush. I already signed it, so you can just add your signature.” I pulled the divorce agreement out of my bag and set it on his desk. “I’ll drop it off at court afterward.” “You’re going back to him.” I let out a breath, one that carried everything I didn’t want to say. There was no point denying it. He already knew. “After everything he did?” His tone was quiet, too controlled. “There’s nothing he did that we can’t talk about,” I said, steady but soft. “We can start therapy again, see a counselor... whatever it takes. I just…” I paused, feeling my throat tighten. “I want to be his wife again. And Hope loves her dad.”

her mother asked. “Bruce and I are getting a divorce, Mom.” Finally, Sharon answered, holding her breath. “You’re getting a divorce?” her mother exclaimed in shock. But Sharon nodded, confirming that what she said was true. “But why, Sharon? Weren’t you deeply in love with each other? Your marriage has only lasted four months. Why suddenly say that you want a divorce? There must be something that caused all of this.” “Bruce’s parents want me to divorce him. They forced me to sign the divorce document. And Bruce doesn’t know,” Sharon explained.

He took a deep breath and said seriously, "There's nothing inappropriate going on between Francesca and me, Evelyn. Besides, I promised you at our wedding that I'm never divorcing you." I stared right at him and smiled, asking, "That's not the only thing you promised me—how many of those have you actually kept?" "You!" Ian shook in anger. "You're truly unreasonable!" He stormed off in frustration, not forgetting to take Francesca with him. I let out a laugh. "You've already signed the divorce agreement."

"Did you really drive down here in your pajamas or is that a new item of the clothing brand your modeling for?" "Don't be silly, Diane, it's my pajamas," Abigail said with a sigh and collapsed on her couch. "You look stressed out, babe, what's the problem?" Diane asked and joined her on the couch. "It's my husband," Abigail sighed. "I knew marriage was total bullshit after my third divorce. Listen, girl, if your husband messes up, you serve him the papers. Problem solved," Diane snapped her fingers. "But I'm in love with him, Diane, divorce is out of the option," Abigail whined.

I continued nonchalantly, "We're divorced." "D-Divorced?" Melanie refused to believe me. She'd witnessed me love Justin for more than a whole decade, after all. She often felt angry and frustrated on my behalf because I was sacrificing so much of myself and behaving like a loyal lapdog without ever getting anything in return in the relationship. I didn't bother explaining further and chuckled lightly. "Are you free tonight? Let's go get some drinks. My treat." That night, we went to the glitziest and most extravagant bar in Cornton. The booths around us were all bubbling over with the most expensive Ace of Spades champagne.