Jeremy Foster Divorce Novels & Stories

Stanley asked. “Nah. You should get some rest. Just sit with me for a while.” Jeremy exhaled a puff of smoke before calling Quest Property Group’s lawyer. “Mr. Owen, please come to my house if you have time. I need you to draw up a divorce agreement for me.” “Okay,” the man replied. Jeremy then hung up the phone. “Dad, have you thought it through?” Stanley asked concernedly. Jeremy nodded without hesitation. “Of course. She’s not worthy of being my wife, much less Xyla’s stepmother. To be honest, I feel so sorry for Xyla every time I think about her.

“I will never, ever forgive you!” If it were not for him, I would have had a precious daughter. A flash of hurt crossed Jeremy’s face as he clutched my clothes tightly, refusing to let go. “Zoe, I’m grieving too, but we’re still young. We can have children in the future.” I could not help but scoff at his self-centered words. “In the future? We’re divorced. There is no ‘future.” Jeremy was dumbfounded for a moment. “Divorced? Zoe, don’t say things in anger. When did I ever divorce you?”

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

Propping myself up from the floor, I whispered, “Patricia…” I do not know why both corner of my eyes suddenly became hot. Seeing her familiar face. Her familiar warmth. The warmth I crave for a long time. A sob escaped my lips. "Patricia, he wanted to divorce me. What should I do? I don’t know what to do anymore, nothing seems to work. Help me, please? I cannot afford to lose Martin. I can't live without him!"

"I knew about it before. I saw them together at a hotel outside the pack. I just…didn't know what to say…or do about it. Logan broke down, his body shaking with sobs. "How could you, Esmeralda?" he whispered. "How could you do this to me?" Esmeralda stood up, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I don't love you, Logan. I never did. And I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Arthur is getting a divorce and we'll be official soon. That's all that matters.” And with that, she left the room with Alpha Arthur, leaving the rest of us in stunned silence. I tried to reach for Arthur but Alaina pulled me back. “Let her go. You can't stop it.”

“I’m kind of in a rush. I already signed it, so you can just add your signature.” I pulled the divorce agreement out of my bag and set it on his desk. “I’ll drop it off at court afterward.” “You’re going back to him.” I let out a breath, one that carried everything I didn’t want to say. There was no point denying it. He already knew. “After everything he did?” His tone was quiet, too controlled. “There’s nothing he did that we can’t talk about,” I said, steady but soft. “We can start therapy again, see a counselor... whatever it takes. I just…” I paused, feeling my throat tighten. “I want to be his wife again. And Hope loves her dad.”

Camilla's breathing quickened, her chest heaving with each breath. "I gave you a chance, Jeremy. You're the one who threw it away!" She shot to her feet, tossed Jeremy's phone onto the coffee table, and stormed back to the master bedroom. The moment she lay down, her eyes instinctively drifted toward the nightstand, where a divorce agreement had been left ages ago. Following the major fight that snowballed into a cold war between them, Jeremy left a divorce agreement on the nightstand and moved out of the master bedroom. The two had been sleeping separately since then.

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

“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.

My father sits at the table, staring at his hands. My looks at me like she doesn’t recognize me. “Where is Lena.” The question lands hard. I swallow. “She’s not here.” “That’s not an answer,” my father says quietly. I exhale slowly. “We got divorced.” Silence. My mother blinks. “You what.” “We ended it,” I say, avoiding her eyes. She steps closer. “When.” “A few days ago.” Her face drains of color. “Why.” I clench my jaw. “Because she betrayed me.”