Jeremy Foster Divorce Mga Nobela at Kwento

This piqued his interest and he leaned forward to get more of the gist. “Yeah. I heard she got married to this rich billionaire son and all of a sudden they got divorced. Nobody knows why though,” Moses said, munching on his food. That was exactly what the feed on his phone had said, although theirs was a bit exaggerated. “Do you happen to know the person she was divorced with?” “I don't know per say. But some say he is a Foster, Ethan Foster…” “Doesn't ring a bell,” Arthur murmured. “Pardon..”

Emily “My poor baby,” my foster mother says and pats my back while I cry my lungs out. She knows everything I have been through. “You are a smart girl, Em. I am always proud of you. Rest and take a break. You will come back stronger.” I nod my head, take a pain killer and lie down. My divorce from Erick is breaking news for weeks. I am the Las Vegas gold-digger and everything disgusting to the high class. It is only now that Jesse and Stela see what they put me through.

I was digging the hole when maybe now wasn't the right time to tell him. "She is married, She just likes to act like she's not."Jeremy repeated again thinking that he was being smart, which of course he wasn't. He was trying to turn this into a game that he was going to fall loser too. "Actually I'm not."I looked at Jeremy."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."

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 settled the divorce papers at the civil office yet!” I glared at him, my voice trembling with suppressed emotion. “I want you to take care of it today.” Argantara, who had been adjusting his work suit, froze mid-movement. His gaze immediately shifted to me, darkening. “Devia, can you not talk about divorce in my mother’s house?” his voice pressed, full of warning. “Do you know what will happen if she finds out we’re divorcing? I’ll be disowned as her son!”

"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.

"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.