Jeremy Foster Divorce Novels & Stories

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.”

I'd said, acting like I didn't hear him. “What happened? Are you not coming home again?” He'd asked. I nodded and he giggled. “Daddy said you'll come back.” He'd said. Daddy said you'll come back. I'd sent out the divorce papers with my signature already on it. And it didn't take up to four hours before it was sent back to me with his signature on it. I stare at the white paper which looks as white as my knuckles. No hesitation. No second thoughts. No sign that this decision carried any weight for him at all.

But outside the door, I overheard her talking to her best friend. "The five-year promise is almost up. You're not actually going to marry your foster brother, are you? Another woman has already had him for years. Aren't you afraid people will laugh if word gets out? The Shaw family had only just got back on its feet. You should marry a man who can help the family. What good would it do to marry your foster brother?" My heart pounded so hard, I did not dare make a sound. I bet my last shred of hope on Claire.

I remained silent as I thought to myself, " He might not be one now, but he will be soon enough." After all, everyone could see just how much she favored him. The following morning, Jerome flew abroad to settle the company's affairs. When he was busy handling the business, I contacted a lawyer to draft up a divorce agreement. I couldn't help but use the time to take in the moment before I signed the papers. I stared down at the page detailing how it would be a clean break, and I'd be leaving with nothing. As soon as the agreement was signed, John sent me a video.

Samson shot me a vicious glare. "If you insist on making a scene, then I'll make everything clear right now. Kelda Shaw and I were only forced together by our families' arrangement. Jessica Foster and I are cousins in name only. We don't have any blood relation. Aren't you worried that this will come back to haunt you by forcing us apart?" Ha! Once divorce is on the table, people who loved each other would show their true colors. No lie was too difficult to make. I took a step closer, locking eyes with Samson.

“Wow, young lady, so you’re glad you had a miscarriage? Who’s going to claim Harley and act like her father?” “I won’t allow you to insult my Harley and Theresa like that. I will take care of everything. Don’t be too relaxed or happy,” Jayden said in a strong voice. “So, you are secretly dating Jayden. I can see through your conversation.” Jayden could no longer hide his annoyance in his expression. “And so what if she is—or we are? At least she’s no longer your wife.” Those were the last words he said before hanging up. “I am prepared for the divorce. We have to go.” I wore my flip-flops.

She didn’t need rescuing. She needed space. That realization hurt. Because space had once been the thing that destroyed them. --- But the damage wasn’t over. By afternoon, a second article dropped. This one more personal. INSIDE THE HALE DIVORCE: WAS RECONCILIATION STRATEGIC? Private details. Not fully accurate. But intimate enough to sting. References to “emotional incompatibility.” Sources claiming Cathy had “re-entered Daniel’s life at a pivotal corporate moment.” The implication was clear.

she interrogated me. I didn’t plan on hiding the fact that I did it. “Yes, I did, I told you yesterday, didn’t I?” I said, mocking her. “How dare you!” She suddenly jumped to grab me, but I skillfully dodged, making her fall. And now for the main event. I saw Dominic Foster striding in, exuding an air of superiority, too bad he was a jerk, I thought. “Dominic Foster, I want a divorce!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

She pounded on his chest, struggling to get out of his lap and his arms. “Emily- Emily it was only acting,” said Joshua, pinning her down onto the bed. Emily inhaled deeply. “Acting.” Of course, that was also another option as Megan was recently divorced from her ex-husband. How she didn’t think of that during that time. She was an idiot as she didn’t even consider that was another possibility. And that the child couldn’t be his. For the years they were married Megan was in another state with her ex-husband running away from the IRS for tax invasion.

Her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. When she answered, her mother’s weak voice came through. “Serene, come home. I need to talk to you.” Back at the Foster family estate, Mrs. Foster sighed heavily as she looked at her daughter. “Now that you’ve divorced Allen, and Will is back after his own divorce, maybe the two of you…” “Mom,” Serene interrupted firmly. “I didn’t agree to divorce Allen.” Mrs. Foster’s eyes widened in surprise. She opened a drawer and pulled out a divorce certificate.