Love Letters Divorce Papers Novel 소설 & 이야기

Her voice was so loud that people outside of the ward could hear but no one dared to interrupt as Olga was one of the powerful men in the country. Olga's face became even sterner, he removed her hand from his shirt and pushed her to the bed, he dipped his hand inside Janie's bag and brought out a paper from it. "I have never really loved you, Ida. I'm sorry, sign this," he stretched the letter to her. Ida felt like she was literally sinking into a bottomless abysss when she collected the letter and saw that it was a divorce letter. A painful laughter fell off her mouth instinctively and she looked at Olga, the man she had loved since she was a teenager, her heart was hurting like it was bein

“Love is when you lose it and because there's no shit to point out or drain you want it? Love is imprisoning someone in the corner of this house and taunting them with names they aren't?“ I went on and on until my breath caught and that's when I realized, I was already breaking and this dude caused it. “How does love feel when you protect your wife in public and harm her yourself from inside? When did love become cunny?“ I bit my lips, pressing on my words so they laid emphasis and effect on the chest of the guy I ran my index fingers on. And with a finality, I said in a tone — deadly, defensive, mean like a cut out. “I want a divorce.“ I didn't care for anything else than just that and he h

For a moment, all I could see was him, his dark eyes, the way he’d hold my wrist like he was afraid I’d vanish, the sound of his voice when he whispered cara mia. God, I loved him. And maybe that was the problem. Because love didn’t erase blood. It didn’t wash away the sins buried in our names. My fingers trembled as I typed. > Lorenzo, I’m leaving. I want a divorce. Just seven words. Cold. Final. Cowardly. But when I hit send, it felt like cutting off my own heartbeat. The message showed delivered, then silence. No reply. No call. Maybe he already knew. Maybe Micardo told him everything. Maybe he was sitting somewhere, reading that message with the same hollow ache tearing through me now.

"You heard her; she's the one I love. I was going to have you sign the divorce papers today." My head began to spin. Divorce? "No... No... We can't divorce; we've been together for 10 years, David. We only got married three years ago, and you're choosing her over me." The tears I've been trying hard to keep inside me began rolling down my eyes like a damn water fountain. David got up from the bed wearing only his briefs and went to a table by the corner to pick up some papers, which he threw at me. "Now that you're here, it only makes this more easy. Sign this and we're over."

His hand dragged across his face, pressing briefly against his mouth before falling away. Sophie watched him pace, her gaze following every movement. “How did she even get the divorce papers?” she asked. Matthew stopped again. His shoulders lifted slightly with his inhale before lowering again. “It was Isabella’s idea,” he said. Sophie’s brows lifted faintly. “Of course it was.” Matthew ignored the tone. “She said that if I truly love her and want to be with her, I should get the papers ready,” he continued, his voice controlled, almost too controlled. “So that all that would be left is Ava’s signature.”

The thought of signing those papers felt like signing away my entire life, but perhaps it was time to let go. “Fine,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll sign them.” He nodded curtly, turning away from me as if he had already moved on from our marriage emotionally. It hurt more than I could express. The next morning, before Lorenzo woke up, I quietly signed the divorce papers and placed them back in the envelope. My heart felt heavy as I prepared to leave our home for good—a place that had once been filled with love but now felt like a prison.

Adrian signaled to one of his assistants. The man walked toward me carrying a folder. “Sign the divorce papers,” Adrian said into the microphone. “Let’s end this with dignity.” The folder felt impossibly heavy in my hands. My fingers shook as I opened it. Every page carried my name. Every signature line waited for me like a final goodbye. Three years. Reduced to a stack of papers. I looked up at Adrian one last time. “Did you ever love me?” For the first time all night, genuine emotion crossed his face.

I gaped in shock, and watched, as the white papers slipped from my damp coat and scattered across the dark floor. My exhausted brain reeled in confusion before I forced myself to look down, and the bold, clinical words printed on the cover sheet burned themselves into my eyes: Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. "Divorce papers…?" My voice was ragged from all my previous tears as I struggled to understand what was happening. My husband, Damian… the only man I had ever loved, the man I had spent twelve years of my life serving and loving, was divorcing me after I had slaved away my youth to his family?

Such sweet nothings might work on young and innocent girls, but my daughter was almost old enough to understand what love was. I knew my marriage was ending, and I would soon become divorced. However, the outstanding man before me told me he liked me. Even I could sense the irony of the situation. Atlas noticed my silence and pulled me into his arms. "Why do you always torture yourself by overthinking everything? There can be countless reasons to like someone." I rolled my eyes, freed myself from his grasp, and enjoyed the delicious meal. It would be a waste not to savor it. He watched me relish the food with a smile. I had to admit my mood suddenly became better.

I wondered what they had done to have turned the living room into the mess that it was but the picture I managed to conjure up only made me feel utter disgust toward the man I loved with all my heart. I gripped my chest, more drops of tears dropping on the cushioned chair I held on it. If anyone had told me that Aiden would ever betray me in this manner, or betray me at all, I would have made a bet that he would never and even lay down my life. I looked around the room, at all the evidences and telltales of his betrayal.