Romans & histoires Leaving The Country After Divorce

"I’m already hurting, Richard. I’ve been hurting for years, watching you from a distance, knowing that you didn’t see me the way I saw you. But at least now, I’ll be closer to you. Even if you don’t love me, I’ll be by your side. Call me crazy or whatever, I don’t care! I just don’t give a fuck about it!” I stared at her and I was utterly at a loss. How could she be so stubborn? So resigned to a fate that promised nothing but pain? I couldn’t let this happen. I couldn’t let her make this mistake, and I couldn’t let myself be dragged into a marriage that would destroy us both. "You don’t have to do this," I tried again. "You don’t have to settle for this. There’s still time to back out, to wa

But divorce… that's not a small matter. "Mr. Johnson, I've already filed my application to go abroad. I will be leaving next week to continue my studies. "Who knows when or if I'll be back. A divorce and letting him marry Wendy would be better for all of us." Paul looked stunned. I couldn't blame him. People had long since written the label of "perfect wife" onto me. No one expected me, the devoted homemaker, to suddenly pack my bags and study overseas. But Paul wasn't the type to get in the way of ambition. "Mrs. Carter, this is a great opportunity for you. You've got my support. Just take care of yourself out there.

I still had not gotten my hands on the signed divorce papers, and it was getting closer to the date I was supposed to leave the country. I had no choice but to use the method I detested most of all. I put on sexy lingerie and took a suggestive picture of Kevin and me.

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.

“Just tell me what you think I should do. I need the advice.” “Okay, so, I think…” Lucy was really struggling to get this out. “I think… you should consider signing the divorce papers, Yena.” My eyes went huge, and I sat straight up in bed. “You do?” “Listen,” she continued, “now that I’ve had time to think about it, it really seems like the whole thing about traveling out of the country, has got to be an excuse. That is no reason to divorce someone.” She paused, but I stayed quiet. Waiting for her to say more.

So what option did they give you? "I have less than 6 hours to leave this Country and divorce my husband." Mr. Miner stands up and does that ridiculous chuckle or laugh of his. "Look! Let's make a deal. Call their bluff! Leave the Country for a few months! I get paid, and I'll pay you a quarter of a million dollars. I know you could use the money. I'll destroy the photos, and you and Mr. Morton can stay married and get back together later, richer and happier for it."

Even if he knew, he'd just beg Mindy not to divorce him. Mindy did not reply, but she liked the comment. My heart felt like it had dropped from my chest to the floor, only to be stomped on. It turned out she was certain I would not leave. I sat on my bed all night while tears streamed down my face. The next morning, I called my assistant. "Transfer all my assets and book me a flight abroad immediately." My assistant asked, "When are you leaving?" I lowered my eyes. "On Thanksgiving Day."

I had not failed another little girl, even though I had come close. I talked Camille into leaving the country and after a few hours of drilling some sense into her. She agreed but I knew that she wasn't happy. Camille loved the big city life and this was her dream city. Going anywhere else felt like torture but we had to face Ark and Jaylen first. I had to make sure that it was safe for Ashley. And I didn't care if Camille disagreed, I would do everything in my power to send her out of the country. I took my phone from the desk and looked at the screen, there was an email notification from the lawyer. He was saying that he had drafted the divorce papers and he was going to send it out tomorr

The word still sounded strangely false. Finalizing the divorce wouldn't be easy. Nothing had ever been easy with Alexander. And his family… you don't just leave them like that. They clung on. They put down roots. They destroyed everything silently and methodically. I stared at the back wall, imagining another life. A clean break. No more shadows. No more constant fear of being found. What if I left the country? The idea came to me unexpectedly, but it refused to leave me. A faraway country. A place where Alexander's name would no longer matter. A place where his family couldn't follow me. A place where Rick and I could just be… us.

I had filed for divorce because a woman had cried on the phone and I had been too hollow to tell the difference. And Elara had signed the papers quietly at her kitchen table and bought a one-way ticket to Paris and sat alone on a bathroom floor in a foreign country with two pink lines and not called a single person. I picked up the scotch. Put it back down. You don't get to drink your way through this one, I thought. You don't get to manage this from a distance.