Novel & Cerita I Want A Divorce Book

Her eyes were red. "My husband and I almost divorced last year," she said when I called on her. "We had stopped choosing each other a long time ago. We were just... existing in the same house. After I read your book I asked him to go to counseling with me. We have been going for four months now. It is hard. But we are still here. We are still trying." I felt my throat tighten. "Thank you for telling me that," I said. "That is the reason I wrote it."

Opening one of the documents on the table, she took out a piece of paper and passed onto Adira. "This is Nikolai's lawyer. Nikolai was already working on divorce papers before the accident. As you can see, he already had plans of divorcing you before the whole mess. So, I want you to move on with it. Sign the divorce papers, Adira, and leave my son's life."

If she marries me, she’ll have a fucking castle and everything her heart desires. “What else does she dream of?” I demand. “The usual bullshit. Being a mother.” That’s good to hear. Waving a hand, I dismiss Giorgio. The gesture has Tiny gripping the fuckers arm and shoving him out of my office. When I’m alone again, I stare at the spreadsheet on my laptop, but I don’t see any of the numbers.

And this man, this cold, terrifying man was offering a lifeline wrapped in thorns. I folded my arms. “No intimacy?” “Unless mutually agreed upon.” His voice was like ice breaking over concrete. Smooth, but dangerous. “And after a year?” “We file for divorce. Clean. Quiet. No drama.” I laughed under my breath. “Everything about you screams drama.” He didn’t laugh. Not even a twitch of a smile. I hated that even more. “Why twelve months?” I asked. “Because thirteen would be unlucky.” I raised an eyebrow. He stared at me. Unblinking. Serious.

"Divorce me if you want that woman. If not, send that woman to me. I will take care of her." Nathan finds himself distraught. "I will not be the one who will divorce you. I want you to be the one to end this everything. In that way, I will rest assured that you will not chase after me nor feel guilt." "This..." "I will be waiting for the divorce paper to be sent to me. If you couldn't do that, then I will be the one, to give you the divorce paper and all you have to do is to keep it." "Queen, let's calm down and talk okay?"

Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce. That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?" The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake." Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend. I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm ar

Alice voice reverberated through the space, bringing me out of my reverie. “Get me my phone.” In a few seconds, she handed me my phone, and with a flick of my finger, I dismissed her. With just a tap, I immediately placed a call to one of my best friends Liam. “Come get me,” I said immediately he picked. “Now.” “Selene? Are you okay? What wrong? He asked, concern evident in his voice. “I want a divorce Liam,” I said flatly. “I need the papers prepared. And I need a medical report stating that I terminated the pregnancy.”

"We've been married for three years, and you still don't know I don't like chicken soup or shrimp. I prefer fish soup and lean meat. "Lily, we're just not right for each other." I spilled everything in one breath, and Lily seemed to sense I had decided. She clasped my hand, her eyes full of desperation. "Are you still mad? Mad that I bought John a house? I can buy you a better house, okay? Whatever you want, as long as you don't divorce me." I shook her hand off with disdain. "Didn't you say you married me because I was like a lapdog who listened to you, that you were always prepared for a divorce? Those weren't your words?"

Then, like bullets, his lethal words came blasting from his mouth. "But can I have a cup of coffee first?" I asked, hoping to slow his pace. "Can it wait? This is important. Tameka, I want a Divorce. It's been three years. I'm tired of this sexless and loveless marriage. But more importantly than that, Lizzy is very ill, and her only wish is to be married before she leaves this earth." I was floored. This isn't how I imagined it. "Copeland, I don't know what to say. You are catching me so off guard."

Because they knew I valued family, they thought they could trample all over my dignity. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Nathan with my flight details. It was an early morning departure. Fighting through the throbbing pain, I forced myself up, grabbed my driver's license, and walked straight out the front door. The moment the lock clicked shut behind me, an overwhelming wave of liberation washed over me. I was going to file for divorce. I wanted nothing more to do with this family.