Novel & Cerita Love Letters Divorce Papers Novel

"Does this seem like a joke to you? I'm dead serious you killer! Let get divorce once and for all,so I could be free from you wicked woman!" "No! Never! I'll prefer you hate me for the rest of your life than watching you divorce me,I will never divorce you! You're my husband,I'll do whatever I can to win you back,I'm your wife!" I'm also your husband! I'm your love! I'm your heartbeat, but what can I do? I need to save Dad,you and my company. I'm left with no choice,please my love always find it in your heart to forgive me "I'm giving you tonight to pack your all of you things,the divorce papers are ready,by tomorrow morning you'll receive it. Make sure you don't leave a tiny bit about you b

I glanced at it one more time, feeling melancholic, before closing it gently. I slowly opened the door to Clyden’s office. The room still had his scent on it, and I savored it for the last time. I walked towards his table and cleaned up some of the clutter. Spiritless, I placed down the divorce papers on his table. Deep inside my heart, I hoped that he wouldn’t sign the papers so our marriage wouldn’t be dissolved. But that would just be some wishful thinking. A tear fell from my eye and onto the papers, smudging some of the texts. I sniffed and wiped my eyes, feeling the ring on my finger. I looked at it sadly and removed it. The jeweler that made this piece must be disappointed by now. Our

The feeling she would dislike the content in the envelope was all over her, but how long should she hesitate? Opening the envelope, she took out the documents in it and read through them. Her breath rushed out shakily, and her eyes watered, her hands shivering as emotions collided with her. She looked away, trying to stop the tears and break through the emotion to be strong to confront him. They were divorce papers. He wanted a divorce. After everything she'd been through with him? How did he possibly think divorcing her would be easy? She was seething, not looking at him yet.

I watched the shape of him disappear out the door, and set the cake I'd bought on his desk. Then I picked up a pen and, on the blank space at the end of his walk-away-with-nothing agreement, wrote one slow line at a time: "The $860 million you gave up today for 'true love' is the entire reason she loves you. And the day you were willing to make this vow for me was the cleanest you ever were. That version of you, and the me you say has 'changed,' were each other's true love." When everything was in order, I tucked my own copy of the divorce papers away and took a cab to the airport.

But it was still there, aching in my chest like a wound that never healed. I also wanted to be loved. My eyes drifted to the divorce papers lying on the cold floor of the dungeon. They were waiting for my signature, waiting for me to finally admit what I had been denying for so long. I had told myself I didn’t love the king. I told myself it was only the mate bond, only fate. I convinced myself I was immune, that my heart was stronger than emotions. But the moment he placed those papers in my hands, something inside me shattered.

I walked towards her, my hand still wrapped in the towel. She stretched it towards me as I placed the towel down. “they left it behind. Looks like a contract” she said. “Contract?” I opened it up, flipping through it slowly. I felt my eyes were deceiving me, at the same time, I felt I was seeing something which appeared as an opportunity, an opportunity to get me out of everything I was going through…. A contract marriage for 5 million dollars?

I said. ‎ ‎“Vivienne!” Alexander grabbed my hand. “Vivienne, let me make this clear. I don’t hate you, I love you, I don’t want to divorce you.” he shivered. ‎ ‎I looked up at him, a faint sarcasm flickering in my eyes. “When exactly did you love me?” I asked. ‎ ‎“A long time ago.” he replied. ‎ ‎“Then why did you want a divorce before?” I asked.

"Let's get a divorce." Jonathan looked at me as if I were joking. He snorted and waved the papers away impatiently. "Now's not the time for your nonsense, Tessa. We're busy here." "This isn't nonsense." I smiled and handed him the pen. "I'm serious about the divorce." "All right, fine," he said as if humoring a petulant child. I knew he didn't think I would actually divorce him, so he stonily signed the papers and repeated his demands from earlier. "Go to the shop across the hospital and get Amanda some new clothes now!"

I asked, as tears threatened to fall from my eyes, “Why can’t you simply love me back? Is it such a crime to love you. Is this what I get in return after all these years of waiting, after everything I have done for you?” With unshed tears blazing in my eyes, I fixed my gaze back on the divorce papers. I wouldn't let myself cry anymore, especially not right in front of him, Adrien still said nothing, without looking at me, he reached out and got out an envelope and handed it to me. I tore the seal and drew out the contents with quivering palms. I had stopped feeling.

Chapter 145 Samuel sat at the kitchen table in the nearly empty Caldwell mansion, staring at the divorce papers spread before him like a death certificate for his marriage. The pen felt heavy in his hand as he read through the legal language that would end seven years of his life. "Petition for Dissolution of Marriage: Samuel Richard Caldwell vs. Lora Bennett Caldwell." The words blurred as Samuel thought about the woman he had married - the beautiful, confident Bennett heiress who had chosen him over dozens of wealthy suitors. That woman seemed like a stranger now, replaced by someone he barely recognized.