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"How many times do we have to go through this dance? Does any of this even matter to you?" I muttered, watching the crowd stream in and out of the courthouse. God, I had wasted so much time on her. "I don't care what you think! This divorce is happening, no matter what!" I was not in the mood to wait for that drama queen to show up on time, so I asked Baron to get me a lawyer whose specialty for the past 20 years had been winning divorce cases. Then I asked what steps I needed to take in a situation like this.

I muttered. She didn’t stop. I watched her tuck a folded sweater into the side pocket. Wrap the charger cord neatly. Pick up a folded envelope and slip it into the side of her purse. “Natalie’s gone,” I snapped, louder now. “The dog’s back. What more do you want?” She turned slowly, then. And when our eyes finally met, I swear—for a second—I felt like a stranger looking at a stranger. “I just want a divorce.” Her voice was low. Controlled. So quiet it felt like a knife between my ribs.

Furthermore, this is not the previous manager… “Don't think of ways against me. You have no evidence to report to my husband, nor do you have the ability to run away from me. Once you step in here, you only have two options, either listen to me or accept that you and your little girlfriend both prepare to meet the person you don't want to meet the most." "I have the way to fight you as well as the police"-she continued. “Tell me, what do you want? And why do you aim at me?” At that time, he had no choice. “Aim at you? Do you deserve it?" You’re just a normal man, why do I have to waste my time on you? My goal is the divorce application. After a while, he still accepted her request: "Okay, w

Adriana asked, “Is Lawyer Jessica representing the woman?” “Yes. But she can’t handle the case alone. If our firm takes it, you’ll need to get involved.” Attorney’s f*es in divorce cases involving large property disputes were substantial. If the case was won, not only would the law firm take a nice cut, but the attorney would personally earn a generous f*e. Money delivered to your door was money you couldn’t afford to ignore. With no other active cases on her hands, Adriana quickly said, “Take it. Who can say no to money?”

"She's great at handling divorce cases!" I groaned. "Lia—" "What?" she said defensively. "Isn't this what you've been complaining about? I'll help you. Don't worry." "You have to give me a heads-up on these things," I sighed. "So I can mentally prepare." "If I didn't bring the lawyer, you'd talk yourself out of divorce again," Lia shot back. "Get this done so you can finally leave and meet someone nice and rich who loves you. That asshole doesn't love you at all, Mel. You've been ignored your entire marriage. You have a chance to get away—why not run faster?"

I stop. “What next?” The lawyer asks as he documents. “His mansion is huge and he is a very powerful man.” “What next?” “He has lots of cars and gold bars and….” “I want to know the grounds for the divorce. How bad does he treat you,” the lawyer cuts in. “He doesn't treat me badly. He is the perfect husband,” I respond with my head up high. “I can’t prepare the papers if the ground for the divorce is not stated,” there is frustration in the lawyer’s voice, and the knowledge of it fills butterflies in my stomach.

He roared, reaching for his coat, but I pulled iot far out of his reach. “Please, Chris. Don't do that, please.'' I sniffled, cleaning my eyes with the napkin. “I really just want to cut off ties with him. I just need a good divorce lawyer who could make this divorce go smoothly. Please Chris, i know you want to defend me, but this is the best way.”

My palm slammed the table, turning to take a look at her, I sneered. “ Do you know what she wants? She wants whoever was the accomplice in her parents death, who do you think it is? Do you expect me to bring up someone else aside from you? Why don't you summon up the nerves to make up for your mistake and then I can go back to her?” “ But…but…what do you want to do now? I really didn't mean it” “Divorce her. My lawyer will send the paper across to her soon”

"She doesn't accept any private settlement and demands a legal division of your joint property, including the 470,000 dollars." Jeremy looked at the proof of refund, his eyes bloodshot. "I refuse to divorce. She can request anything—the house, the car, and the shares in my name. She can have all of them." "Sorry, Mr. Yeager. Ms. Shaw said she only wants her half. No more, no less." The lawyer closed his file and stood up. "If you refuse to sign, we will file a lawsuit with the court." After the lawyer left, Jeremy slumped back in his chair. He thought I would come back as long as he gave me enough. He simply did not understand that some things could not be mended with money once broken.

"This is, at its core, a simple divorce petition." Across the aisle, Adrian's shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. Lawrence continued. "My client, Mrs. Sophie Beckett, does not seek alimony. She does not seek ownership of Beckett Holdings. She does not seek compensation beyond what the law reasonably provides." A brief pause. "She seeks only one thing." Lawrence turned a page in his binder. "To end a marriage that has irretrievably broken down." The courtroom remained quiet.