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“I want to judge the defendant by force divorce as compensation for what he did to the victim. But if he opposes the decision I demand, he will have to pay every penalty as a charge for the harm he did to my client.” After I said that, I turned to look to my right, where my client's husband was. They have been together as a couple for more than five years, but I heard from Kaye that her husband abuses her and that he comes home drunk every night, so he often pours out his anger or his stress at work to her. She wants nothing more than to divorce him, but her husband, Wendell, does not agree with her. In order to grant her request, I scared him a little bit that we will file a case against hi

“What can I do for you?” I exhaled slowly, steadying my voice. “Draft divorce papers.” There was a pause on the other end. “Excuse me?” “I want a divorce,” I said firmly. “I want it done quickly.” The lawyer hesitated. “Sir, are you sure? You and Mrs. Steele...” “She’s not Mrs. Steele anymore,” I cut him off coldly. “Just get it done.”

When Agnes heard about Alice, she couldn't help but ask. "Oh, right, Alice, how was the divorce process? What did the lawyer Clarice hired say? Can you divorce?" "The divorce is fine, but the lawyer said I might lose some money, but it doesn't matter. Even though I don't want the house anymore, I'm willing to divorce him as long as I can." Alice said.

TAMSIN I returned to the family lawyer's office the next morning, the divorce papers carefully folded in my bag, and sat across from the same man who had drafted them not too long ago. "I want to take my husband to court," I said without preamble. "James Whitmore. I need you to represent me in the divorce proceedings." The lawyer set down his pen and looked at me with an expression I could not quite read, something caught between sympathy and discomfort. He folded his hands on the desk between us and leaned forward slightly.

•••NOEMIE••• I came out of the court office with my phone in my hands, I was yelling at my lawyer since he wasn't available. "When the hell are you going to be back? " I yelled the more furious heading to the direction of my car. "In a few weeks..." "I'm paying you to find loopholes so I can finally divorce my imbecile of a husband and have a share in his property, don't make me find another lawyer..." I hissed ending the call without allowing him to finish his words.

I had to stay strong. "Do I have to pay?" I asked, my voice shaking only slightly. "I won't agree to any of it. I want the divorce finalized as quickly as possible, and I want to make sure Steven can't have access to Abby. I won't let him near her again." My lawyer reassured me that she would take care of the legal details and that I didn't have to worry about the debt—it wasn't going to be easy, but she would fight for me. I felt a small sense of relief at her words, but it wasn't enough to ease the knot of anxiety in my chest.

she said casually. She crumpled the papers given by the attorney. She could not allow him not to be imprisoned. If her husband remains free, there is a chance that Vincent will return to her again and do harmful things. "I want to speed up the divorce process, Attorney. And make sure he doesn't get anything from me, not even a cent." "Well, if that's what you want, that's what I'll follow, Miss Lichauco. I can also assure you that your husband will be in jail. He will face many charges," the attorney replied formally.

His lawyer, seated across from him, had just delivered some frustrating news. "What do you mean she refused to sign?" He asked his lawyer in frustration The lawyer adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "I explained the conditions of the divorce, but she became aggressive. Started throwing tantrums. It was... quite the scene. I had to leave before things escalated." Women like her could be dangerous.

Beside her was our lawyer also seated, briefcase placed on the floor close to his feet. “We need to talk.” My wife said, not welcoming me or giving the kids the chance to. “What is this about? I don't remember inviting the lawyer over.” I posed the question to her, moving closer. “I want a divorce.” She said, cutting me off sharply. “The papers are ready.” “You…you…want a divorce?!!!” I stuttered, close to breaking down. “It's over between us.” She said. “But you can't seriously do this to me. I love you, please!” I begged, my voice cracking as I took another step toward her.