Romans & histoires How To Divorce The Male Lead

He was crazy! Yes, he was. Crazy enough to make sure that this divorce indeed would not fly. That was just the type of power he possessed. Your wife wants a divorce? Fear not! All you need to do is pay the judge a couple hundreds of millions and the matter would never be attended to! Fucking Gadreel! Ivory so desperately wanted to roll her eyes, or better yet, kick him in his fucking baby maker. But she knew that would only put her in more trouble. The only way out of this, permanently so, is to get that divorce and in other to get that divorce…

her mother asked. “Bruce and I are getting a divorce, Mom.” Finally, Sharon answered, holding her breath. “You’re getting a divorce?” her mother exclaimed in shock. But Sharon nodded, confirming that what she said was true. “But why, Sharon? Weren’t you deeply in love with each other? Your marriage has only lasted four months. Why suddenly say that you want a divorce? There must be something that caused all of this.” “Bruce’s parents want me to divorce him. They forced me to sign the divorce document. And Bruce doesn’t know,” Sharon explained.

"Remember? The doctor said you shouldn't move your wrist so much. You need to keep it elevated and rested." Just like that, the divorce papers were forgotten. The conversation we'd been having, the revelation that our marriage was legally over, all of it disappeared the moment Kyle appeared. I watched it happen, watched Clara's priorities shift in real time, and felt nothing. Just a hollow kind of acceptance.

“I’ve set the schedule. I’ll send it soon so you can see if it fits your time… and the location.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Megan,” he said softly. “Yes?” “Did you ever divorce Joe?” I paused. We did marry legally—his mother had insisted—but after that night, I never had the chance to divorce him properly. “No… I didn’t think in that direction. Do you think he’d use the certificate against me? He was the one who caused our drift. He couldn’t possibly—” “You need to divorce him. Immediately. He might use it as leverage. This isn’t about you—it’s about the kids. Let’s not let this ruin our entire plan.”

Propping myself up from the floor, I whispered, “Patricia…” I do not know why both corner of my eyes suddenly became hot. Seeing her familiar face. Her familiar warmth. The warmth I crave for a long time. A sob escaped my lips. "Patricia, he wanted to divorce me. What should I do? I don’t know what to do anymore, nothing seems to work. Help me, please? I cannot afford to lose Martin. I can't live without him!"

"But of course, we had to take some of his men out." ​He set the phone aside on the table. "The divorce should be pretty simple. My lawyer will draw up the documents. You shouldn't need anything from Malcolm materially, as I have everything you could ever need right here. You will want for nothing." ​He stepped closer, leaning his hip against the edge of the desk. "As far as I can see, all you'll need to do is sign a few papers, and the marriage should be dissolved in a few days," he said, his gaze fixed on mine.

(Dahlia) ‘RULE number one: we will be married in name only. You and I will be using different rooms. Rule number two: you may be the official luna, but you will be sharing luna responsibilities with Rosie. Be nice to her. Rule number three: you are free to do whatever you want as long as it doesn’t tarnish my reputation. Rule number four: don’t meddle with my affairs and I won’t meddle with yours. And the last rule, don’t fall for me, kid. I won’t be held responsible for your feelings.’

Alexander's voice dripped with defiance. "Your Honor. I love her." Roslyn's laughter was laced with sadness. "Love? You call cheating love? You call disrespecting me, love?" Judge Thompson raised his hand, silencing the tension. "Enough. Based on the evidence presented, I find grounds for divorce. Mr. and Mrs. Volter, your marriage is hereby dissolved." The gavel fell, finalizing the divorce. Judge Thompson continued, "Regarding compensation, Mrs. Volter, you're entitled to—"

he asked, looking at me with concern. I smiled at him so he wouldn't worry about me. "I'll be fine. Don't worry." I knew how to end things on a good note. I could give in gracefully if needed. Also, since now our fake divorce was actually real, there were some things that I wasn't going to let go. I was going to take back everything that belonged to me. For example, the house we were living in now had been fully paid for in cash by me before getting married. So, even during the divorce, it would be considered my own private property and not a joint one.

See if he’d notice. But nothing changed. I turned and held it out to him. “Sign it.” He took it, slower than I expected. Confused. Suspicious. He opened it. Read the first line. His whole body stiffened. He looked up sharply. “What the hell is this?” I met his eyes. “I want a divorce.”