Joint Weddings And Joint Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay. I took off my wedding ring and threw it at him. “I’m done, Lucas.

" Oh, Catrina, yes, we're fine now, oh wait, pretty noisy here, people are having fun, my apologies for any inconvenience, thank you for your call... " Judith replied, then she end the call. "Wow, they're back together!" Catrina is happy for Judith and Jin, they can finally resume their failed love. But, Catrina suddenly fell silent when she remembered Felix Garret's situation. "They're legally married ... Are they going to divorce?" Catrina thought.

Jade said as she looked at him, knowing that he probably would keep to that promise, he had never let her down, and she really didn't think that he ever would. “it's a marriage of convenience for you. It's not a marriage of convenience for me. There is a slight difference.” he said with a chuckle. He knew that it was going to take a little while for both of them to realize what they had just done. That they had actually joined their lives together, and he really didn't believe in divorce. It was one thing, and he was willing to do whatever she wanted, but for right now, they were married in his mind, and that was the only thing that he could think about. He had a wife and a son now. It was a

“Angry? No. Not anymore. Not when I see how much they mean to each other. If this escalated into chaos, maybe I’d be upset. But it didn’t. It became… peace. And I like peace.” By the day of the wedding, the news had spread far and wide. Headlines flashed across screens and newspapers alike: “Mr. Machete Divorced, Ties Knot With Household Matron—A Union Years in the Making.” Ellie almost laughed at the irony. The world, it seemed, could not ignore this union. On the day itself, the air inside the church was thick

“At least we let you have your dream wedding first.” She lifts her champagne glass and clinks it against Jophiel’s. “Congratulations,” she adds mockingly. “You got one perfect day with the love of your life.” My chest feels like it is collapsing. Then Soren reaches forward suddenly and shoves a folder against my chest. “Sign,” she says. The impact jolts me back a step. “Divorce papers,” she continues casually. “And the prenup you signed earlier makes things very convenient.” My fingers tremble as I open the envelope.

She glanced around the kitchen, and the clean counters, the neatly stacked mail, the vase of flowers she’d bought herself three days ago when she realized no one else would. Marriage, she had once believed, was meant to sound like laughter echoing through rooms. Like shared glances across crowded tables. Like warmth. This marriage sounded like nothing at all. She moved toward the living room, her bare feet silent against the hardwood floor. The television was off. It stayed off most nights. Jay said it was distracting. Too loud. Too unnecessary. He preferred quiet. Order. Control. Jordan had learned how to shrink herself into those preferences, folding her needs down until they fit neatly in

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

"The nurse just called me. What's up with you? Don't be so…" He suddenly fell silent. His gaze swept past the empty bed and landed on the nightstand, where a document sat. "Divorce Settlement Agreement" were the words at the top of the first page. Beside the document lay the aftercare instructions for miscarriage. On top of the divorce papers was the wedding ring I had never once taken off. Beneath the ring was a note. Zachary stiffly pulled it out. I had written the sentence down with all my energy. The note read, "Zachary, your inability to let go of her killed our child."

It made me realize I had a kink for men with an Italian accent. So yeah, I had eloped with him in hopes of finally settling down as the wife of an Italian business boss. But screw that plan. It ended badly. I thought I had to start from scratch, but Derek still wanted me. He chose me even after getting married. He promised to divorce Vanessa and be with me again. I saw hope. It wasn’t so bad settling with him. Just as promised, I was the only woman after he divorced my step-sister. Everything was going alright and I already planned how things were going to be in the future.

He understood exactly what value every woman in his life held, and he knew perfectly well that I was the most obedient one. I was obedient enough to remarry him every single time after eight divorces. However, this time was different. As I held onto Ryland's arm, I glanced down at the flight information on my phone. Ryland, this is where we end. After confirming my departure time, I slipped my phone back into my purse. What I didn't notice was that Ryland had caught a glimpse of the screen. He smiled. "Are you really that eager to go to the Maldivis with me?" His arm tightened around my waist, his tone intimate and affectionate.