Novel & Cerita Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her

My lawyer husband, Evan Henderson, has sued me for the eighth time over the custody of our pet dog. During the trial, Evan finally yields to me by texting me on the phone. "You can name any condition you want as long as you agree to give the dog to Minnie." Evan used to be a fair and just person. After all, he stood by and watched my dad get framed and thrown into prison just to avoid any suspicion of favoritism. To think that he has gone ahead and fabricated up to 26 pieces of evidence just so he can help Minerva Henderson steal the custody of our pet dog… Not only has he fabricated the dog's birth certificate, but he's also forged the purchasing history of the dog. I refuse to let my

Ian did not believe that I would be willing to divorce the CEO of the Langham Corporation, just like how he believed that I was just pretending to be pitiful by getting myself admitted into the hospital. After I was discharged, I moved out of the Langhams' villa and into a rented house next to the orphanage. My divorce lawyer checked with me several times to affirm my decision. "Miss Everton, your husband has failed to save your hands while you were married by ignoring your calls. You have the right to request a bigger share of his assets under these circumstances." I did not agree to the lawyer's suggestion because all I wanted was to get divorced as soon as possible. After that, I focused

“What? Are you scared? Or is it now you remember that you didn’t contribute a dime into our marriage? Don’t worry, you won’t be penniless. You and your girlfriend can feed and grow on your ‘love’ daily” “And to be honest, you are quite well off too. Your company is doing well for the now so, remember all I said before? That’s just a tip of the iceberg on the divorce alimony” I pressed his shoulder down as I whispered into his ears, “So honey, make sure to come with a good lawyer and try to fight me for all the things you didn’t work hard for. I’ll be waiting” I bowed at Anne, “I wish you two a happy married life or whatever you want to do yourselves”

“Believe it or not, I was in an abusive marriage with my ex-husband who made me quit law school to be his housewife but I escaped and worked my way to the top. I recently retired from being a family lawyer. Trust me when I say it wasn't easy, but I did it, and I will help you do it.” “You are going to help me?” I asked, and she smiled, nodding. “Why wouldn't I help my angel?” She questioned. “You saved my life, and I owe it to you to give you everything you want.” “Thank you so much, Madam Louisa,” I said, utterly touched by her kindness. “It’s my pleasure, dearest,” She said. “Do you feel you can eat anything yet? I can ask the maid to make you some porridge.”

Collins stood beside me, his confident demeanor a comforting presence. The judge's voice was steady, his eyes scanning the documents before him. "So, Ms. Yvonne, you're seeking a divorce from Mr. Greene, on the grounds of irreconcilable differences?" I took a deep breath, my voice firm. "Yes, Your Honor." I glanced at my soon-to-be-husband, his eyes fixed on me with a mix of sadness and anger. The judge turned to the matter of property division. My lawyer presented our case, arguing that I should retain the marital home due to my significant financial contributions.

She kept her lips closed, the kisses more sweet than sexy, but that just turned me on even more. She shifted a little, noticing my hardness, but didn’t even try to get up. “How did it go with the lawyer?” I asked, stroking her lower back. Olivia stiffened a little but did not object, the reaction natural for her. “He wanted me to divorce you. Said it would look better if the trial went bad, and I would have more money for the kids if you went to prison.” “At least he said ‘if’,” I said, looking for the positive.

So a few days ago I decided to call an old friend, she owns a law firm. She is actually one of the good ones, most importantly she was once married to a man like my husband, she was able to get away from him and now she is free. I wanted the same thing. I wanted to be free of him in every sense of the word. I didn't tell her everything but I told her that this case my drag on and that it might just be the most difficult case of her career. As a divorce attorney, she was the best woman for the job. Last night she called me and told me that the papers had been filed that he would served with divorce papers.

I turned my head to the guards and gestured for them to give us privacy. Her eyes wandered on the huge door before turning back to me. “Ah, I spoke to our lawyer…” she started. “Your lawyer” I emphasized. She gulped. “..my lawyer about the case,” she finished. I raised my eyebrows. “We are divorced “I spelt it out for her. When I saw she wasn't responding, I turned my back on her, ready to go into my house. “I know” she lowered her head. “I just want you and I to go on a trip, have a counselor, spend time-”

"Okay...You are the best of the best for distributing lawyers and potential firms to people in need...right?" "Right" Is all I say...this has gone on long enough now with the amount of time she wasted already. "Well I got married" "Congratulations. Why do you need a lawyer?" "Because he is Ace's cousin and he is a complete and utter prick. My daddy wants me to divorce him or he will cut me off completely." Oh yeah, I also forgot to mention that she's a total 'daddy's princess' and he will pay for her and not let her do a lot. If she phoned him up and told him she left her job he would pay her life away if she wanted to but she wanted to work in a world and earn which I respected her for...I

With that thought in mind, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. “You look tired,” I said, bringing my voice to a soothing tone. “ Did you two argue? “Yes,” he responded. “Is she threatening, or trying to use the divorce as means to claim half of your assets? Be assured that I wouldn't let her. I have really powerful lawyer friends that can ensure she doesn't take a dime from you.” “Unfortunately, she's not that kind of person. She doesn't want anything from me.” I was genuinely surprised. Was she stupid? What type of a woman agrees to a divorce from a man like Jared, and wouldn't demand anything from him? At the same time, I was happy. “Then what's the headache for? Isn't that supposed to