Fluffy Divorce Novels & Stories

The anger she had been holding back for three years burst forth like a dam breaking. "I want a divorce." The words hung in the air between them. Jayden's eyes widened and his posture stiffened. For the first time that morning, he looked truly surprised. Then he laughed. "A divorce? Do not be ridiculous." "I am not being ridiculous. I am being serious." Flora's voice was steadier than she had expected. "I want a divorce." Jayden's expression softened, but there was no warmth in it; only condescension. "You are hurt. I understand that. But you are not thinking clearly."

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.

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.

They got intimate? "Damn it.".he gritted between his teeth. Why would they make out when they had just few weeks to go? He'd been so happy when his informant reported that they barely lived like couples in the house. It gave him hope that Adira wouldn't have a difficult time moving on when they divorce. So, why the hell were they getting intimate with just little time left? He rose to his feet, inserting his hands in his trouser pockets and pacing round his office. What if they become too attached and cancel the divorce plans?

“Getting married. Living a happy life after they threw me away to die. I always thought they might one day regret what they did. That they were reflecting on their actions. But no.” Her jaw tightened. “So I decided to get back on my feet.” “That’s perfect,” Marcus said. Marcus pulled out his phone. “I also want to see what that cruel man had to say.” He scrolled for a moment, then sighed heavily and looked up at her. “You won’t believe what he said.” Maya’s heart clenched. “What?” “When he was asked about his ex-wife, he posted on I*******m that you had a lover. That you willingly signed the divorce papers and that the child you were carrying belonged to that lover.”

Alex fling some papers towards me as they fly all over the place while one of them landed right on my face, “Here is the divorce paper” I looked at him in total dismay “Here are the divorce papers….!” “Here are the divorce papers….!” “Here are the divorce papers……!” The words echoed in my head, “Fuck, it's been so fucking annoying putting up an act for a while fucking month I almost thought I was going to suffocate, and my guys, everyone thought I've forgotten the deal and fallen in love with you, but someone like me can never….” He gave me a cocky smile, as he stepped closer,

I stood up and patted my slightly sore knees, saying, "I suggest that you keep a low profile, Ms. Clifford. The two of you should just get a room if you can't keep your hands off each other. Don't do inappropriate things in a public space." Elena flushed before the color drained from her face. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you trying to poke your nose into my business when I'm just working out? You should take a look at how much weight you've put on instead. How revolting." I nonchalantly spread my arms and said, "You don't have to feel repulsed by me if you just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible, Ms. Clifford. Also, you should comfort your little puppy. He looks terrif

Even after her husband passed, she still had Jeremy. At that moment, the door opened. Jeremy walked in, calling out, "Shirley, Lily had a high fever last night…" When he didn't see me in the living room, his words trailed off, and he came into the bedroom. Seeing my swollen eyes, he pulled me into a hug. "Are you feeling sick?" I didn't answer. Instead, I said calmly, "Jeremy, I meant it when I said I want a divorce yesterday." The concern in his eyes vanished instantly. He stared at me, his gaze hard. "Why?"

"Your wife, Flavian. The one to whom you said yes in a church full of guests. Remember?" "Sabrina, that's in the past. Our marriage ended and we got divorced. You left my life because you wanted to, and I left yours. You went traveling the world with the small fortune you took from me, and I stayed free and happy." "You might think you divorced me in the eyes of men, Flavian, but remember what the priest said? What God has joined together, let no man separate." "Oh, please, Sabrina. Even you don't believe that!"

My marriage had been over before the paperwork was filed and I’d moved on with a man way out of my league, but it still made me somber to divorce a man I’d thought I would be buried next to, someone I’d known for years but who turned out to be a stranger. I walked down the hallway to find the room where I would meet with Adrien and the judge, but I was stopped by a man in a gray suit, glasses, and a briefcase. “Fleur?” “Yes,” I said. “How can I help you?” “I’m Antony.” He shook my hand. “I’m your attorney.” “Oh…I didn’t ask for an attorney.” I didn’t think it would be necessary for a simple divorce case. I didn’t want Adrien’s money, so there was nothing to contest. It would be the smoothest