Love Letters Divorce Papers Novel Novels & Stories

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That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

“Whatever this is, we can talk about it. We can—” “Take it,” I managed to whisper, my voice breaking. “Please just take it.” His hand reached out slowly, his fingers brushing against mine as he took the envelope, and the contact sent electricity up my arm. Xavier opened it with hands that trembled slightly. “Divorce papers,” he said slowly as realization hit his features. I nodded, not trusting my voice. Xavier looked up at me, and the devastation in his eyes was almost my undoing. “You want to leave me,” he said.

I’m certain. “Our marriage certificate says otherwise.” I smirked at her reddening face. This version of her had spunk, had fire. I pushed away from the table and stood before her, I lowered my eyes to make my point hard to miss, “Like it or not, you’re still stuck with me.” I planted a ghost of a kiss on her forehead, lasting barely a second before she rushed away like I had stung her. “The di-” She cleared her throat, “The divorce papers say otherwise.” She fired back but her voice was too shaky for me to take her seriously.

“Diane, I threw a birthday party for you twice. You didn’t show up.” “Because I was busy!” “Exactly! You’re always fucking busy.” The veins in my neck bulged. “Do you even remember you’re married? Because it seems like I’m the only one putting some effort into making this work. I love you, Diane. I love you so fucking much, but sometimes you make it hard to.” I took a step forward, my voice cracking. “We sleep in different rooms, baby. Have you ever wondered how that made me feel?” “How did it make you feel?” She repeated.

"Honestly, I didn't want to do it either. If it weren't for my parents being so fond of you, do you think I'd even touch you?" She got up abruptly and slammed the door on her way out. I locked the bedroom door and packed what I needed for surgery the next day. At the same time, I messaged my lawyer to prepare the divorce papers. Lily disappeared for five days straight, but I saw her next on John's social media. His caption read, [Seventeen years of knowing each other, eight years in love, and now closer than lovers.] The picture was from a birthday party. John had his arm around Lily, wearing a brand-new luxury watch.

My mind couldn't help but wonder what kind of gift he had for me. In excitement, I bit my lower lip as I pulled the document out of the envelope and whispered, "DIVORCE PAPERS" written boldly on the first page. "What the fuck?!" I immediately began to panic. With my heaving chest and my heart racing like I was in some marathon, I flipped the pages of the document as truly they were divorce papers. My eyes scanned through the documents in search of names and in that minute, I could hear the sound of my heart shatter into pieces. Right there, written in thick ink, was my name, "Piper Reye,s," and his t, oo, "Ethan Miller."

"Read this." I took it. The texture alone made my skin itch. Not fear. Instinct. This kind of paper was used in courtrooms, in legacy announcements, in cease-and-desists from old-money lawyers who'd rather sue you into a corner than ever say your name aloud. The message was brief. Clean. Dangerous in its simplicity. This is not out of malice, but concern. Do not marry Alex Hamilton. He will love you until it's inconvenient. And then he will use you until you forget who you were before him.

emblazoned on the top, the reality of their impending separation hit her like a ton of bricks. "Larissa," he began, his voice filled with a sad resignation. "I never wanted it to come to this, but I cannot continue living in a loveless marriage. I've tried, but it's time for us to move on," he explained, Larissa's world crumbled around her as tears filled up in her eyes, she had held onto the hope that they could overcome their differences, but now it seemed futile, With a trembling hand, she reached for a pen and signed the divorce papers, her shaking fingers a physical manifestation of her shattered dreams.

Opening the envelope, she gathered all her courage to read the contents of the letter. Dear Marie, When you read this message, it means that I am no longer in Rose City. Knowing your reaction, I realised that I had just made an unforgivable mistake. So I feel that I no longer deserve to be your husband. Along with this letter, I am also enclosing the divorce papers and our wedding rings. I regret everything I've done. And I think that disappearing from your presence is the best decision. I'm sorry. And I hope you can have a quiet and peaceful life without any disturbance, forgetting about me.