Novel & Cerita Jeremy Foster Divorce

“What’s wrong? Do you know this so-called Jean Beaufort?” Her eyes watered. “He’s my ex.” My grip around the steering tightened. “The married one?” She sniffed. “What’s he doing here? Why did he have to follow me here? I left Los Angeles all because of him to start afresh and—” she dug her fingers into her hair, tugging at it as a tear slid down her cheeks. “He’s here again. How am I supposed to move on if he keeps showing up?!” “Sophia, calm down.”

*This whole time. Not just a husband who drifted. Not just a mother in law who never liked me. Two people. Working together. Having conversations I was never part of. Looking at my marriage from the outside and deciding it was already finished before I even knew it was in trouble. I thought about the hotel. Room 032. Sandra's face in the dark. That smile. I thought about every business trip. Every late night. Every distracted dinner where he looked straight through me. How many of those had Margaret known about?

Fifteen minutes later… Annie was listening to the voice coming from the phone. “He used me as bait, wanting to lure you into the trap he laid out…” “Dustin said he chose me because I look like your ideal type.” “He wants to destroy your career…” Annie had this record because she forced Justin to reveal everything. Turns out, the rich are so interesting… This time, the divorce will not be so simple anymore. She stood up, put the money on the table, then left.

He hesitated, then asked gently, “What happened?” I swallowed. “I’m no longer married.” His eyes widened slightly. “What?” “Vera and I divorced,” I said, my voice low. Jeremy stepped closer. “How? I thought you both settled things. I thought when you got to the hospital and she came to see you… I thought you spent time together. I thought maybe you both fixed things.” I closed my eyes briefly. “She came to check up on me,” I said slowly. “Atleast she tried to.” My voice cracked slightly. “Then my mother and Brooke started insulting her.”

She asked when she saw the bags Olivia had helped me carry from the car. I let out a deep breath and cleared my throat before speaking. “Lucas and I got divorced. I don’t have anywhere else to go.” My foster mother narrowed her eyes on me. “What? So you couldn’t even keep a man? You finally found someone who would solve all your problems but you let him slip out of your fingers.” I held back a scoff. “You have no idea what happened,” I said, my tone defensive. I had no idea why she even treated me like I was nothing.

He really didn't know how lucky he was! "It's all in tbe past. Jeremy, I ask you to keep it a secret for me. Not just about Steven, but also about my divorce and my child. You can't tell anyone about it" Jeremy answered in a disgruntled voice. Today was supposed to be a day of victory. But why couldn't he feel the joy? He would rather have Barbara than the bid! What kind of a man was willing to divorce her? Jeremy took another look at Barbara before he left. She looked so thin and feeble under the dim light of the street lamps. For some unknown reasons, he had an urge to hold her in his arms.

Jeremy presented. Charlene tried to fix her marriage with Paul in the next few months, but she realized that Jeremy was right. The trust was already broken, and it was so hard to restore it. Charlene became paranoid over little things like whoever Paul was on the phone with - who he was with at work, etc. It resulted in more fights between her and her husband. Each time they quarreled, she sought the comfort of Jeremy until she recognized she was falling in love with him. She decided to divorce Paul, and Jeremy gave her all the tools - the lawyers and the money. Her divorce was finalized in less than five months, and she left Braeton to live in Springwell. She married Jeremy four months afte

“Who do you think you are? Why should Blair listen to you?” Jeremiah glanced at her indifferently then looked at Blair. “Mr. Fowler, you and Astrid have been separated for two years. According to the marriage laws of Dorland, you can apply for divorce. Signing this divorce agreement will benefit both of you. You two don’t share feelings anymore, so why cling to each other?” Blair looked up, his gaze showing no emotion. “How would you know I have no feelings for her?” Jeremiah’s eyes flickered, and he chuckled. “Are you joking? If you had feelings for Astrid, why did you forget her?”

Foster was so angry that he slapped the table heavily. Avery still maintained her silence. At this moment, no matter how she replied, she was wrong. She might as well shut up. Mr. Foster's face was even uglier than a gloomy day, and he asked calmly, "Have you and Blake completed the procedures for the remarriage?" Avery pursed her lips, she clenched her hand into fist, but she did not say a word. She kept thinking of ways to deal with it. Just as Mr. Foster was about to make another move, Rosa suddenly spoke out to smooth things over, "Jake, why are you so angry? Avery has just been discharged from the hospital, be concern with hee health."

“I just cooked. Sit, eat something with me.” We sat together at my small table, the steam curling up between us. Rebecca stole a bite before I even finished setting her bowl down. “Mmm. This is why I keep showing up here uninvited.” I smiled, though my mind was somewhere else. “Rebecca… I was going to tell my foster mom about the divorce today.” Her fork froze mid-air. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if she doesn’t take it well?” I exhaled slowly. “She’ll understand. She’s never liked John much anyway. And even if she did, I couldn’t keep pretending. She should know I’m better off without him.”