Love Letters Divorce Papers Novel Novels & Stories

"Ok." With this, she hangs up and moves towards the cupboard. She opens the cupboard door where some more papers were kept. She sees a blue file and picks it up, but some more papers fall down. There was a note in them, which attracted her because it didn't seem like any special paper. It was a faded yellow piece of paper with handwritten notes on it. She read through the note. "You did the right thing by divorcing a whore like me." *******************************

"I can't accept you either. Unless you're talking about divorce, stop wasting my time." "That's it, Willow! You've been after me for four years, hoping I'd marry you. You think I can't survive without you? Fine. Since you want a divorce so badly, we'll divorce right after Christmas!" "Great." The day we were set to go to the courthouse happened to be the same day I was leaving. Luckily, my train wasn't until the afternoon, so there was just enough time to finalize the divorce and still make my departure. Christmas Eve was lively in its own way. I warmed up a frozen pizza and sat by the window, watching the fireworks light up the night sky.

“Divorce?” Elara placed her hand on her chest, “You want to divorce me? Why?” This was unexpected. They were having a late dinner when her husband blew the bomb. Her husband Aiden Lockwood hesitated a moment and tapped the file placed on the table beside his plate, “These are the divorce papers. I have already signed them.” What was Aiden saying? It seemed like a normal business file to her.

"I should have told you how I really feel a long time ago. I am sorry I had to say it now that it is already late for us. I love you, Din Cooper. Since the day we left for our honeymoon, I have loved you. The best thing that has ever happened to me was spending time with you. I apologize for the way I have treated you harshly over the past few months. I had my reasons, and it concerns both of us. When the time is appropriate, I suppose I'll let you know why. Din, I love you and I'm sorry if I made things difficult for you. I will always love you." He melted inside as he read her letter. As the letter came to an end, he turned to the opposite page and saw another handwriting. "PS: I had some

Thank you for reading "Love And Secrets❤️ I love you guys so much 🥺=== Fuck friendship! Fuck my fucking crush on him! Fuck their stupid fight! Fuck... Fuck everything! It's all fucking bullshit!

" I gasped for air, desperately pounding on Nicholas's body. He probably didn't mean to strangle me to death. He just sneered before releasing me, full of disdain. My legs gave out. I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as tears flowed freely like a dam bursting. The way he looked at me was full of accusation. But love didn't work that way. The one who couldn't move on wasn't necessarily the one who was right. And just because someone felt more pain didn't give them the right to be louder in an argument. When I spoke again, my voice was hoarse and choked with emotion. "Nicholas, isn't a divorce like cutting off the past, shouldn't everything be written off at that moment? Divorce is

"Then I'll wait forever. Because you're worth it. You've always been worth it." His hand touched my face and I leaned into it before I could stop myself, my eyes closing, my breath catching and for one moment we were just us again, no lies, no betrayal, no war, just two people who had loved each other and lost each other and were trying to find their way back through the wreckage, then I remembered. I remembered the divorce papers, the cold look in his eyes, the years of secrets and pain. I pulled away, my heart pounding, my hands shaking, my voice barely a whisper.

" I will go alone by taxi. You are the bride, you have to arrive earlier than the guests, right? Come in, I will make you a drink so you won't feel sleepy on the way home. They entered the house. After a moment of silence, Nayla took a folder from her bag and looked at Zavier seriously. "Zav, there's something I need to give you." Zavier looked at Nayla with confusion. He took the folder and opened it. Inside, there were divorce papers. Her expression immediately changed to one of anger and hurt. "What is this, Nayla?" Do you still want to get a divorce? "Zav, I have thought this through carefully." Our marriage is not going as we hoped. I don't want to continue living in lies and unhappines

On the sofa—where she often fell asleep waiting for me—I sat down, gripping the divorce agreement tightly. I knew Isabella wanted my love, she longed so desperately for my attention. I was always sick of her efforts to get it, acting like she was just a maid begging for scraps. She was fucking infuriating, acting like she was better than me by doing this. All along I was the one who wanted the divorce, not the other way around. Dropping the agreement, I clenched my fists tightly. "Fine. If that’s what you want, never coming back."

“Good. Keep it turned off. We are finalizing the first wave of the legal paperwork, and the less they know about where you are or what you're doing, the better our position will be when we strike.” “I know,” I whispered, looking down at my plate. “It's just... everything is shifting so fast. A few days ago, I was just trying to figure out how to survive the daily routine in that house. Now, I'm hiding out in my divorce lawyer's penthouse while my entire family thinks I've vanished off the face of the earth.”