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She hadn't sat down yet,she just stood,knocking on the hard wood table,disturbing a lawyer that had other cases to attend to. “I have not submitted the petition yet therefore, your preaence is not needed”. “...and that is why I'm here,I don't want to go through with the divorce anymore”. The lawyer stared at her in disbelief,confused at what he just heard. “Is divorce some sort of child's play to you??......or do you think I have all the time in the world to seat through your case??” His voice had gotten louder and it was obvious that he was pissed.

But I was not in any hurry to leave. I crouched down and stepped on the hem of her bright red dress. “I already hired a divorce lawyer. I have a share in the marital home, and I’m definitely getting it back. “Along with Bradley’s hospital expenses, the funeral cost, which I’ve paid in advance, and the money in my bank account, you’re returning every cent to me! “Otherwise, you can expect a lawsuit.”

“Stop sounding like this. I wasn't the bad. Besides, we went to parties, and had fun. Come on, let's go home…” I tried to reach her, but she pulled away from me, and then shook her head. “I'll rather die here than go anywhere with you I'm divorced. What else do you want?” “The faster we start living together, the more two months become less than what you should actually worry about.” There were no words. She pressed her lips together. “Can't we contact another lawyer?” “This lawyer is the best I know trust me, no other lawyer will suggest two months. I tried to ask him for other services, but they'll want us to stay together for three months, I was able to get him.’

But all she's asking for is a divorce, so it's a win-win for me. I turned to face the party guests and my family members. They were all looking at me with dissatisfaction. Will taking a law firm in exchange for a divorce from her not cast doubt on my worth and talent? Why should I agree to her demand when I am competent enough to start a legal firm? I questioned myself. But I always wanted to divorce her, and I always dreamt of leading this firm so that I could make it the number one law firm in the USA. "OK, I accept your condition." I looked at Alicia and smiled lovingly at her beautiful face.

Seated behind it, the lawyer, a composed figure in a dark suit, adjusted his glasses and leaned forward. Alysha, her expression tense but resolute, sat across from him, hands folded in her lap. Her eyes were sharp, carrying a mixture of anger and desperation. Next to her was Ivan Anderson, her lover, a tall and stoic man with an air of quiet strength. He had one arm draped protectively around her shoulders, his gaze fixed on the lawyer. Alysha’s voice broke the silence, steady but full of emotion. “I need a divorce. I want to be free from my husband, Armin Rodriguez. But he doesn’t want to let me go.”

I said, as I dropped my bag on the bed. “Finally!” She exclaimed loudly, making me push my phone away from my ear. “I’m going to demand everything I can possibly demand from him. I’m not scared of losing the case, I have a lot of evidence against him that will make him hand over whatever I want.” I explained to her, hoping she would get the cue that I want an expert divorce lawyer. “Sure! I’ll speak to my uncle, I’m sure one of his friends will be available.” She promised.

At that moment, a sharply dressed female lawyer, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke. “Miss Jones, marriage certificates often allow violent or criminal husbands to face reduced punishment, or even none at all. It’s a common reality.” Dolly turned to her, noticing the tightly restrained anger beneath her composed explanation. I lowered my voice and asked the middle-aged lawyer, “Mr. Howe, are you saying I shouldn’t pursue charges against Julian for kidnapping and... his attempt to rape me?” He nodded. “My advice is for you to focus all your energy on the divorce case from now on. The priority should be determining how much of your rightful assets you can reclaim from Mr. Moore.

It was her lawyer, and his voice was trembling slightly. "Your husband came to my house early this morning. Nikolaus Wulfric almost gutted me alive, Mrs. Channing. He was raging mad about the divorce. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider? You might change your mind." "The divorce will proceed, Attorney," she replied firmly, all the maids around gasped in shock but she ignored them. "I stand by my decision. There’s no going back."Even without seeing him, she could tell her lawyer was rubbing his forehead in frustration.

She'd put a lot of effort into trying to help him. But she'd never once thought about divorcing Owen Duncan. She'd sworn she would grow old at Owen's side. She would never build a family with anyone else. "Is Ms. Langley here?" Another unfamiliar voice came from the doorway. It was a lawyer. "I've been retained by Mr. Duncan to discuss the division of assets after the divorce." The lawyer had only spoken a few sentences when Marissa's mother burst out, "Split it in half? Why? My daughter has been supporting this family all these years!

Ethan’s POV I drove to one of the city's largest law firms to see my lawyer. He’s an old friend of mine, and keeping him by my side through this divorce is the best way to keep that ugly urchin in check. “Barrister Smith. How’re you doing?” “What are you doing here?” “I’m here because of the divorce,e and you know we have to make it a lot harder for her to make her work for me,” I explained to him, watching his hand grasp for the bottle of whiskey.