Jeremy Foster Divorce Novels & Stories

"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?"

A deep, calm voice answered, "What is it?" "I got divorced." Three seconds of silence passed between us before Gian Lucenti spoke again, saying, "Now that you've told me the good news, what's the bad news?" I almost laughed at his response. "Erico gave me ten days to move out of his mansion. Does that count as bad news?" "Hmm… I still think that's considered good news." "Gian Lucenti!" "Alright, alright, no more joking," Gian said, chuckling. "Honestly, when I saw your name on the screen, I thought I was hallucinating from lack of sleep. After all, ever since you married into the Vitale family, you cut off all contact with me completely.

“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.

"Have you made enough of a scene? Jess' health has never been the same after saving my life. You spent a few years taking her place. What exactly are you so aggrieved about? "You'll always be my wife. As long as you have that title, who would dare look down on you?" He paused slightly, then gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with his fingertip and softened his tone. "Jess stayed with your foster mother for months. She was there at the end. She even paid for the grave. She's already paid for what she did." I stared at him with bloodshot eyes. "Jeremy! She murdered my foster mother!" The room fell into dead silence, broken only by my ragged gasps.

"How are you?" "Your face doesn’t look good, husband. Do you want to take a rest?” “I’m good.” He refused to receive attention from Annie and continued to eat. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why? He just wanted to do it, for no reason. Dustin began to think about the divorce petition he wrote the day before. When he thought about it, he hesitated a bit. Should he divorce the woman who forced him to marry her? But she's not like that anymore, is she? Or does she have any plan with him?

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

She was ambitious and harbored resentment toward her first love for dumping her. Sometimes hatred was just another form of feeling. Over time, maybe something subtle shifted. In the end, my parents divorced. Then Mom got together with Felix's father, Fabian Foster. But they never married. Mom just supported them financially, visiting when she felt like it to mock Fabian for the way he'd thrown her aside all those years ago. Felix's original surname was Roche, but he and his father both changed their surnames to Foster to please my mother. Father and son displayed their opportunism perfectly. They didn't know about me, but I knew about them.