Novel & Cerita Jeremy Foster Divorce

Mason Chapman has lost his memories. He has forgotten everything about me. His memories are stuck in the year he was most in love with his ex-wife, Tiffany Auburn. No matter how much the people around him try to talk sense into him, he remains convinced I'm the other woman who has come between him and Tiffany. The doctor says there's a chance he might recover his memories, so I cling to that hope and refuse to let go. Within three years, we divorce and remarry many times. We become the biggest joke in the city's social circles. People even start placing bets on when I'll finally give up and when Mason will regain his memories. Then, news of our eighth divorce makes the trending searches

I asked, my brows furrowed. His silhouette clicked against the marble floor as he moved closer. "I don't help without a reason," He said, his arms folded this chest. "I have a deal for you, Aryna Elford." "W….what deal?" Questioning, I arched my brows at him. He seemed so mysterious just like the news had painted him and in as much as I didn't want to believe it, the dark glint on the face pushed me towards more confusion. What did he want from me? "I can help you get revenge on Ryan Moore but first you have to divorce him and get married to me."

“Wait, you two are divorced?” “As Dylan’s closest friend, you didn’t know?” Suzy smirked with mockery. “...Dylan, what the hell, man? You got divorced and didn’t say a word? I’ve been walking around like an idiot thinking she was cheating on you!” Though clearly annoyed, Victor shifted his scorn back to Suzy. “Impressive, Miss Frost. After divorcing Dylan, you immediately got close to the Harlow family.” “I just know a little. Not that impressive!” Suzy laughed. “Want me to teach you how I do it, Mr. Steele?”

Henry stopped harassing me after that, and he signed the divorce papers without a fuss. After successfully divorcing him, I left the country with Myles. My life had been limited within this city for years, and I wanted to breathe the fresh air in another place. With Myles by my side, I was happily fed with good food even though I was in another country. He always knew what I loved to eat.

She strode forward and discreetly blocked my view of Jeremy. “Alania, I know that you can’t accept it, but Jeremy went to the hospital with Riverpolis’s best andrologist. Its accuracy is definitely better than any general hospital’s.” Jeremy immediately took over the conversation and said indignantly, “Joy is right. Stop trying to find a loophole! We have to get a divorce! I refuse to become a laughing stock because of you!” They worked together seamlessly. When they saw me nod in agreement, their eyes lit up.

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

Amelia stomped her foot and walked away to hide her flushing face. *** Meanwhile, Alexander watched silently as his phone disconnected. “I need to deal with Jessica quickly or it will affect my relationship with Sophia,” he muttered before walking back to the coffee shop with a resolute face. “Have you made up your mind?” he asked as he sat down. “You said you can fulfill any of my wishes, right?” Jessica asked, putting her phone on the table. “Anything within my capability,” Alexander said, leaning on his seat. “Then divorce Sophia and marry me.” She dared him.

“I mean, you do want to be involved, don’t you?” Jeremiah let out a bitter sigh and ran a hand down his face. “I’m dealing with a lot right now, Kimberly. I still have to figure out how to announce the divorce. My mother’s furious. I have a company to run. The press is waiting to tear me apart at any slightest chance. So forgive me if I'm not walking around pretending we're some happy family." “I’m not pretending,” she said quietly. “I am your family now, Jeremiah. Whether you like it or not.”