Jeremy Foster Divorce Novels & Stories

"Am I the last to know? Aren't the Foster's princess and Mr. Walter Gordon heading for divorce? After that huge blowup at the County Clerk's Office, why are they cozying up again?" "Yeah, haven't you heard? Cole..." "Just moments ago, the buzz was all about those two having a baby. Now, with divorce papers practically in hand, they're still on about starting a family? What's the deal with them—are they splitting up or staying together?"

Jerome said earnestly. Leah gasped, Adrian Parker? A Crazy Psychopath? Is it possible? He looks very healthy and stable. Who knows who's the one who made up the stories? "Did we ever come close to divorced?" Leah asked, at last, unable to help her curiosity. Jerome loosened his tie, then turned his head to look at Leah. "We were at the lowest point of our marriage which at that time had just started, you couldn't stand the pressure of work and marriage so you filed for divorce. But one month later you withdrew the lawsuit and we're back together until now," Jerome replied, reached out into Leah's hand softly.

"He lied. He tried to make himself the victim. He tried to blame Jessica, the woman whose life he destroyed, for his choices. And that... that I can't forgive." Jems wiped her eyes with shaking hands and took a deep, shaky breath. "Do you..." she started, then stopped. Her voice came out as barely a whisper. "Do you want a divorce?" Fresh tears were already streaming down her face as she asked the question she was terrified to hear the answer to. Emily was silent. For what felt like an eternity, she just stared down at her hands, twisting her wedding ring around and around and around on her finger. The diamond caught the light from the chandelier, sparkling mockingly.

Calum was even more furious than I was. After hearing what Mom and Dad said, he stood up without a word and grabbed his bag. "Fine, suit yourselves. I'll take Eliza to have your grandson aborted right now so he won't stand in the way of this adopted bastard. "Since the courthouse is still open ahead of the holiday, I'll file for divorce from Eliza right away. She and Jeremiah aren't related by blood anyway. Since you favor him so much, you might as well let him be your son-in-law."

that was something I couldn't possibly forgive. "You are right. I am married to you. For now." I removed the wedding ring I had always cherished and threw it right to him, my chest heaving. "I am divorcing you, Jerome Parker. She can have you."

Damien held her gaze for a minute, one far longer than she liked before he nodded, more to himself than anyone else. “Since we're about to become a family, I guess I should tell you.” Bellatrix nearly laughed at the absurdity of his words. “Thirty years ago, Alejandro Laurent had an affair with Beatrice Foster, no, it wasn't an affair, more like a relationship.” Damien began and Bellatrix's ears perked up at the mention of Cillian's father. But the other woman, she didn't know who she was. Beatrice Foster? Never heard of her. In the first few seconds since Damien’s explanation began, Bellatrix already had her questions, but she kept quiet and listened.

He appeared from behind us and pried me away from Hayes' clutches. “I thought I warned you never to lay a finger on her ever again!?” Josh pulled me behind him and stood in my former place, right in front of Hayes. His eyes brimming with fury. Hayes sneered. “Who do you think you are getting in the middle of things between me and my wife?” He fired at Josh. Did this man forget that I asked for a divorce or was he just plain crazy? Hayes rolled his hands into his pocket in a bid to appear more condescending. “You probably think you have got a shot with her but Newflash, you’re just the rebound, nothing more than a convenient distraction. So don’t flatter yourself.”

"Can't wait to be with that man, can you?" Noelle met his dark, intense gaze, feeling both frustrated and exasperated. "Quentin Lowe, we've been divorced for a long time! Even if I've remarried and had children with someone else, it doesn't concern you! You're a well-educated, successful man—don't you realize how absurd you're being?" Her words hit him like a truck. He raised his hand and pinched her chin. "We were together for so many years, and you never gave me a child! Yet, now you can't wait to have one with him, huh?"

“If you want a baby, that’s fine by me. I’ll have one for you through surrogacy, okay? Boy or girl, whatever you want! “Now, restore all the funding you cut off from my family. And give my parents and Toby a raise and a promotion. Otherwise, I won’t be able to show my face in front of our relatives and friends!” I put down my pen and leaned back in my chair. It was amusing to watch her acting hysterically. “Tiffany, we’re divorced. “You already signed the papers yesterday. Legally speaking, we’re nothing to each other anymore.” “I don’t care about the law!” Tiffany stepped closer.

"Dad thought you two were already living together. At first, Papa also doubted if you just wanted to take him back. But until our final meeting yesterday, he had not the slightest mention of divorce. Tristan even returned what he had taken from our family." Alfonso, of course, had not forgotten a single word Tristan said when they met yesterday. Alfonso thought, having previously been ignored, Tristan had no interest in seeing him again. But he was wrong. At the meeting, the son-in-law even brought news that was no less surprising than the previous meeting.