Lets Divorce Novels & Stories

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

“Please sit.” “Thank you.” I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling small beside him. I had been with people taller than me, hell Kim was 6'1", but there was something about his presence that made everything around me small. “I want to file a divorce,” I said without any preamble, and he nodded. “But I don’t think my husband would agree.” “That is alright; the state of Illinois allows a no-fault divorce as long as one of the spouses is willing.” “Good,” I nodded. "How do I go about it?”

"Just consider it as fulfilling Ms. Jones's last wish. Give her the freedom she asked for." He handed over a pen, indicating that Samuel could sign. Samuel scoffed. "No matter how many copies of this divorce papers you print, I won't sign. Not unless Bella comes to me in person. Our years together can't be decided by a few pieces of paper. Whether she's alive or dead, Bella will always be my wife!" Jonathan was well-prepared and started explaining the legal process. "Mr. Grant, if a couple has been separated for over two years, divorce is automatic. Even if Ms. Jones is alive, you'll still be divorced if you can't find her within the next two years."

After requesting an extended leave from my boss, I boarded a flight abroad. Of course, before leaving, I didn't forget to send Sebastian the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, along with the evidence of his affair that I had gathered. If he had any sense, he would sign them. If not, things would only get ugly in the end. This trip had no fixed destination—I just wanted to get away, see new places, taste new foods. Life had to go on. There was no need to punish myself for someone else's mistakes.

She replied, knowing she was referring to Viktor as my husband did leave a bitter taste in my mouth. "Yes, I would love to file for a divorce," I answer. She was stunned by my request, and from her reaction, I could read her mind, probably saying something like Children of Today or another one. She wasn't good at controlling her expression. "A divorce, it's been barely a week if I can remember, and that aside, you need both parties to file for a divorce, but if it's an annulment, that is another case. Maybe if you have evidence of bigamy, fraud or duress we can do that." She swiftly explained despite finding my request unbelievable.

he said. Once the door closed behind him, I tore off the top page of the agreement, revealing the bolded words—"Divorce Agreement". If Ian had just been patient with me before answering Francesca's call, he would've discovered the truth. My hand trembled slightly as I held the divorce agreement. There was only one month left, just enough to erase the eight years I spent with him.

My eyes widened in horror as I listened to Julian and his assistant's conversation. "I always want to be with you, Jullian; I don't like how we always have to be apart and pretend," Mr William said in an irritated voice. "You need to get rid of your wife as soon as possible. Divorce Delilah, and we can finally be together openly." I heard him say, and my heart broke even more. I choked on a sob as the tears fell even more, blurring my sight. Julian's response came between moans. "In time," he whispered. "I need to break the news to her gently."

"You're not serious." "For God's sake, why wouldn't I be? This is getting old," I sneered impatiently. I turned to her and saw her avoid my gaze. She had been trying not to notice the anger on my face, as if ignoring it would help her believe I wasn't upset. "So what if you're serious?" she mumbled, clutching a pen. "You can't divorce me unless I sign the papers too. This is a partnership, not a tyranny." I laughed out loud. "Are you mentally twirling your mustache, thinking you're some genius? Even if you refuse, the law says couples living apart for two years or more can sue for divorce. I can sue you."

The clerk noticed that Talia and Christian seemed on the verge of arguing, so she interjected politely, "Excuse me, but to file for divorce, you need to submit your ID, the divorce agreement, and the marriage certificate. We can't proceed without any one of these." Talia tried to reason with her, but the clerk shook her head helplessly. "I'm sorry, these are mandatory. You can come back tomorrow once you have everything." Left with no choice, Talia and Christian had to leave.

"I'll hand you the divorce agreement in a short while, so you'd better clear out and make room for Patrick as soon as possible, Henry." She handed me the divorce agreement ten minutes later. She tapped them and said, "It was drawn up the day I got married—you certainly didn't let it go to waste, Henry." I suppressed that ill-timed sorrow in the depths of my heart and carefully signed my name on the agreement. Jasmine leaned on Patrick and walked away, glancing at me with her usual indifference just before leaving. "I hope you hold out longer this time and don't come begging me again, Henry."