Jeremy Foster Divorce Novels & Stories

“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?”

“You look miserable.” Jeremy clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides as pure hatred burned in his eyes. “What?” Ivy let out a wicked laugh. “Nothing to say? Because I just told you the truth?” Jeremy nodded slowly, his gaze locked on her, unreadable. “Well, here’s my truth.” He exhaled sharply. “I want a divorce.” Ivy’s breath caught in her throat. Her brows furrowed as disbelief settled in. “Look who’s speechless now,” Jeremy taunted, smirking as he slid into his car and started the engine.

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.”

She had to remind herself of that. Beside her, Caleb looked reassuringly calm, his presence was like a steady anchor in the storm of her mind. "You ready?" he asked, his voice gentle. Jane nodded, though her hands trembled slightly. They walked together to the clerk's office, where the marriage certificate awaited. Jane hesitated before signing, the weight of the divorce papers she had signed earlier still fresh in her mind. She had once loved Marcus deeply, and believed in their future together. But the betrayal—the sting of finding him with her cousin Abby—was a wound that had yet to fully heal.

Ashby happens all over again. Mrs. Ashby got divorced. At first anyway, Zeke was thrilled about it as Mr. Ashby had been a real fucking asshole. But then she quickly remarried to a man who did not want the hassles of raising foster kids, and after three years and nine months of having a caring mother Zeke found himself thrown back on the scrap heap of the foster care system. From then on out, it had been all downhill for him. He abruptly turns around, anger flaring in his young eyes, preparing to tell her he will take whatever the fuck he wants to take, including her best and most expensive jewelry. It would be on her to deal with her husband.

" I'll be in the swimming pool." Theresa looked at him, slightly bewildered, as he stormed out of the house. She looked back at Sydney who tiredly slumped into the couch. " What crawled up his ass and died?" " He's been in a bad mood lately," Sydney replied faintly. Theresa knew Gavin was having an affair, but she didn't know it was with Avery, and neither did she know Gavin asked Sydney for a divorce and told the kids about it. Or at least, that's what Sydney thought.

“Today? Are you seriously unaware of how your scandals have dragged the company through the mud? Ask the shareholders. Do you think any of them still want you as CEO?” Jeremy’s face stiffened. I’d hit a sore spot, and he couldn’t respond. I continued, “Do you really believe you held the company up all on your own? You have no idea how many people my father left behind to help you.” “And this is how you repay me?” I snapped. Before Jeremy could answer, the judge interrupted us, and the final ruling was given. We were officially divorced, and the assets were split according to our prenuptial agreement, which meant Jeremy would be walking away with nothing.

"Why do you always have to know everything?" Leo leaned against the desk, studying his friend. "Come on, Lucas. We’ve known you for years. You may act like you don’t care, but clearly, something’s eating at you." Lucas exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "She wanted a divorce," he admitted reluctantly. Jack’s eyes widened. "What? You mean your wife—what was her name again?" "Jasmine," Lucas said, his tone sharp. "And yes, we’re divorced now."

"Heather seems to have found her true love at last." Jeremy's eyes were soft but serious as he stared at Felicia. Five years have passed. You may also allow yourself to be exposed to something new. Felicia's lips were squeezed together as she caught his gaze and then looked away. "I haven't even been divorced yet. After everything has been resolved, let's discuss it. She wasn't the kind to let a failed marriage prevent her from finding contentment once more. Jeremy simply let it go with a quiet nod. That day, Jeremy and Felicia headed home to the Ross family home after work. Heather welcomed him like she owned the house, while Colton and Ava gave him heartfelt greetings.