Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her の小説・ストーリー

I stand up to leave, clutching tightly to my bag. “Wait,” she runs through her purse and pulls out a card. “It's the best divorce lawyer in town. She will help you win the case and half of his property… down to a penny.” She slips it into my hand. “Don't worry about the f*e, I’ll take care of it.” I manage a smile and resume walking out. She sees me to the car and waves me off. Driving down, I send a message to the lawyer with my details and request. I put my phone aside and relax back in my seat.

"Nothing is good about the morning, I despise you, it's not a pleasure to meet you and I want the court seal on this document, now!" The lawyer shifted her tiny glasses down her nose a little bit and read through the document with her. "A divorce? You must be kidding. You are married to every woman's dream and you want to get divorced? Why?" "You can marry him. All I want is for you to put the seal of the court on this letter. All that would be left is for him to sign it and we would have nothing to do with each other." She wanted to make Harrison sign the letter so badly. The lawyer was wasting too much of her time.

I tell her while feeling fly. "Hahahaha!" The place echoes with Catherine's laughter, and eyes turn towards us. Suddenly her hand on my squeezes and she lowers her face. "Catherine?" I call out to her, reaching out with my free hand but then I stop. I could see tears slowly trace their way down her cheek. She's… crying? "Please Vida," she begins, "help me get a divorce in the human world." "What?!" "I want to get a divorce from my husband, you're the only lawyer I know and trust that wouldn't be bought," she says tightly gripping my hand.

"But I also need to protect my own interests and move on with my life." Irina listened intently, her eyes flickering with understanding as she processed my words. "Of course, Nick," she said, her voice reassuring. "We'll work together to negotiate a fair settlement that meets your needs while also addressing the concerns of your spouse." As we delved further into the details of the divorce proceedings, Irina's expertise became evident. She navigated the complexities of the legal system with ease, offering valuable insights and guidance along the way. Despite my initial reservations about working with a new lawyer, I found myself growing more confident in her abilities with each passing momen

He still was solely fixated on me apologizing! That was it; things were now way beyond talking. It was time for action. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and dialed my lawyer's number. “Hello, ma’am, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Cathy’s voice rang out through the phone. “I need you to draft up my divorce papers. How soon can you get it?” “Madam?” She replied, the surprise evident in her voice. I didn’t blame her; anyone would be shocked as to how a loyal, devoted wife suddenly wanted a divorce. If only they knew half of what I’ve seen.

Frowning in response, I express my frustration, stating firmly, "Make it clear to him, there will be no settlement. He must proceed with the divorce proceedings at all costs." "Sir, yes... I understand. My client, Ms. Cruz, is firm about wanting a divorce from Mr. Williams," the lawyer confirms. With a heavy sigh, I nod, outlining the next steps for him to take. It becomes apparent that I am the driving force behind her divorce proceedings. I orchestrated the involvement of a lawyer who has remained loyal to me throughout the years and sent him to Stacey in order to secure her agreement.

“I know your divorce was staged and that your husband declared you and your children dead. He faked your deaths.” Catherine’s breath hitched, and her eyes widened in shock. “How… how do you know that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Alexander observed her reaction. “It wasn’t hard to figure out. Your husband’s side of the family believes you all died in a car accident. But the people from your hometown believe you divorced him. The question is, why go to such extremes?” Catherine’s face turned pale, and she gripped the edge of her chair tightly. “Please,” she said, her voice shaking. “Don’t dig any deeper. Don’t ask questions. Just… leave it alone.”

She had almost thought she'd die in that room moments ago. She picked up her phone from her bag and called her lawyer. This was an opportunity for her if she wanted to turn things around, she had to divorce her husband. Thinking of how much she had sacrificed for her marriage in the past and how she died brutally in the marriage, a bead of sweat glistened on her forehead. “Hello, Mr. Thomas! I would like to file for divorce, please prepare the divorce papers and have them delivered to Charles' office later today.”

So, well I guess he's actions seemes that he wants you back, are you still going to proceed with the divorce. She smiled at him, why would you asked me that kind of question Asher,I told you the kind of person I am, if I want you, I'll put all my heart and soul into it, but once I decide to walk away, I'll never change my mind, I'm done with Lucas and that's, that's never going to change. He smiled, while she went into the bedroom and said, I should quickly get changed, I have a meeting with my lawyer, I need to make sure that divorce gets finalized as soon as possible.

He picked up soon enough. “Hello, Madam Anthony,” his voice came through. I swallowed. Here it is. I’m doing it now. “Mr. Richards, good day,” I greeted. “And to what do I owe this call?” he asked. Mr. Richards has been my lawyer for a very long time. I don’t just call him randomly, and he knows that. When I do call, it’s never for petty things. “I’m planning to get a divorce from my husband,” I said, voice clipped.