Jeremy Foster Divorce Novels & Stories

"There's another reason why I came here to talk to you today. You didn't show up at court earlier but the meeting went on without you. We're officially divorced." He didn't say anything, but I could tell that he was angry by the look on his face and by his fists that were balled. Jeremy stood from his stool and looked at me."You're no longer part of my family so stay the fuck out of my business from now on." He grabbed the bottle of scotch off the bar and walked away.

“Is he the reason you’ve been away from your apartment for over three weeks?” How did he know she’d been away? Was he watching her again? “Are you fucking him?” “How did you get this number?” she asked around the lump in her throat. “Are you fucking him? I’ll kill him. No one touches you but me. Do you understand? You’re my wife. You belong to me.” “Jeremy, we’re divorced. And in case you forgot, I still have that restraining order.” “Are you going to call the cops? Go ahead. They don’t know where I am, but I’ll see you real soon, sugar.” He disconnected.

I doubt the current smile on her face has fallen since the day she tossed my things out like roadside garbage. She wears cream today, the color of victory. Her lips curl faintly at the corners when she notices my gaze, as though she’s been waiting for this moment for years. Maybe she has. The lawyer clears his throat. “We’re here to finalize the divorce proceedings between Mr. Elijah Griffin and Mrs. Scarlett Griffin.” Mrs. The word lands heavy in my chest. Alice scoffs softly. “For now,” she mutters under her breath, not bothering to hide it. I say nothing.

Erika replied with a slow nod of her head. "But here's the thing, Lyd. Why don't you tell your family? You two can pretend to be in harmony." Vanessa asked with a furrowed brow. "You know how my mom is. She wouldn't marry me off so easily. Especially out of the blue." Lydia replied, to which the others immediately agreed. "Sorry if this offends you, but why would Reino divorce you just to make a new contract with you?" asked Cinta, who had been thinking about it.

“Argantara! We haven’t taken care of the divorce papers at the civil office yet!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the silent living room. My fists clenched, breaths ragged, eyes fixed sharply on my husband who was adjusting his work suit. Argantara froze mid-motion. His gaze darkened, piercing me with warning. “Devia, can you not talk about divorce in my mother’s house?” His voice was low, tense. “Do you know what will happen if she finds out we’re divorcing? I could be disowned!”

"I'll come up with the money." He took a deep breath, trying to regain the upper hand. "I'll pay Dr. Green back immediately too. You're going home with me." "No." I took a step back, distancing myself from him. "Jeremy, I've already sent the divorce papers to your company. See you at the divorce court tomorrow morning." After saying that, I stopped glancing at him and turned back to the waiting area. Jeremy stood there, watching my retreating figure. He instinctively took out his phone and dialed Celia's number.

Emily’s POV Fred proposed divorce. I knew this day would come sooner or later. But I never expected it to happen today, nor did I expect him to be so resolute with his decision. He left divorce papers with his signature on the table, the black ink glaring back at me. The whole thing was difficult for me to wrap my head around. I loved Fred with all my heart! If it were up to me, we would still be together. I didn’t want the separation and … I had married for love.

Somehow the fact that Jeremy wasn't actually divorced from his wife only fueled the insatiable interest of the public. Of course, he'd assured Shasta that making their separation permanent was only a matter of time, and the twenty-three-year-old actress had believed him. She'd never had a serious adult relationship, just a series of boyfriends since her early teen years. At thirty, Jeremy had represented, to her, a break from her childhood.

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.

"Ms. Jamison, don't worry. I'll handle this for you." As I walked out of the law firm, my phone rang. It was Jeremy. I hesitated for a moment but still picked up. "Where are you?" His voice on the other end was strained with suppressed anger. "You need to come back now. I—" I cut him off. "Jeremy, I've already hired a lawyer. The divorce agreement will be sent to you soon. If you don't agree, we'll meet in court." With that, I hung up before he could say more.