Jeremy Foster Divorce Novels & Stories

"Come on, the courthouse is still on lunch break, so they haven't opened yet. We can grab your documents from home and call Harold to meet us for the divorce." I snapped out of my daze, shaking off her hand. "No, I'm not divorcing Harold based on your one-sided story." Bethany looked stunned, clearly not expecting my refusal. "Jessica! I'm doing this for your own good!" Her voice rose sharply. "Harold's cheating! He doesn't love you anymore! Why are you hanging on so desperately?" Bethany's face twisted with anger. I had never seen her like this before. She didn't even look like herself anymore.

He kissed me in response, binding himself to me through marriage. Later, when Carla returned to Vera City, Jake first proposed divorce. The endless cycle of divorces and remarriages continued and gradually wore me numb.

It's a lot more troublesome than meeting him. Avery raised her brows, then said, "Let me think about it." "Alright. I wish you a smooth divorce," Mr. Vaughn said, then added after a brief pause, "I still don't understand why you're divorcing him. He's THE Elliot Foster! Countless women couldn't marry him no matter how much they wanted to, and here you are insisting on getting a divorce from him." "I wish you good business," Avery said, then hung up. Her head was killing her.

Jeremy said through gritted teeth. Joanna snickered. "In that case, what are you waiting for? Just sign the divorce agreement, Mr. Hansen. We can proceed with the procedures right away. "Joanna, you're trying to divorce me so that you can finally be with that Becker guy, am I right? Also, you're going to use this against me by telling others that I've abandoned my wife and children for Didi!" Jeremy sounded like a senseless, unreasonable shrew. "Let me tell you this. That's not gonna happen!"

Well, no more. I will be free from him. I know Jeremy will not sign the papers. He likes control and this will piss him off to no end that I am divorcing him. So I have instructed Jon to start the court process because I know Jeremy will drag it out. Once I have signed every page, I hand them back to Jon, and he tells me he will contact me when he has served Jeremy in the morning. I watch him drive his Mercedes AMG out of the parking lot as I watch the sun begin its descent.

Jeremy’s voice trembled. “Mr. Fisher, I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear,” she said, her tone calm and cold. “It’s over between us. Please stop doing these meaningless things.” “It’s not over! It’s never been over for me!” Jeremy burst out desperately, bloodshot eyes staring at her. “Hailey, I know you resent me, but that’s all my fault. I admit I was a jerk, blinded by greed, but I never meant to truly leave you! Our divorce was fake. I planned to wait until the company went public for us to go back to how things were. I’ve always only had you in my heart!”

His gaze remained fixed on me while mine stayed on the coffee in front of me. Finally, he broke it. “I am divorcing Camellia.” I slowly raised an eyebrow, genuinely wondering what exactly he expected me to do with that information. “Congratulations?” I deadpanned. His lips twitched slightly, though the amusement didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It hasn’t been finalized yet,” he continued. “She’s been dragging her feet and refusing to sign the papers, but with the recent news about her and her new lover, Jeremy, the same man she cheated on me with years ago, I don’t think she’ll have much of a choice anymore.”

Jerry stood his ground. "Mr. Frost... are you doing all this to force Miss Brooks back?" A frown creased Julian's face as he denied it. "Force her back? I simply can't stand to see her demean herself by choosing to marry a man with a daughter. She's telling everyone how pathetic I am." Jerry didn't ask further. "Oh, right, Miss Blain is downstairs. She said she needs to discuss the divorce with you." Married to Stacey for three years, it was impossible to say there was absolutely no affection.