Love Letters Divorce Papers Novel Novels & Stories

Lucien stared at the divorce papers like they were a death sentence. Zara’s signature bled across the last page, her handwriting trembling as if she’d cried through every word. He’d read the letter that came with it. “If you love me, let me go. Please. Don’t ask why.” He knew why. Vanessa. The pen felt heavy in his hand. He didn’t even remember signing. One second, he was staring at her name — the next, his own signature slashed through the paper like a wound.

these two are idiots. Orville wondered what was funny, he finally allowed Flora to disenagaged from his right grip. Flora chuckled again and covered her mouth, this man seemed to love her so much that he didn't want her to think about divorce at all...aww ..such a loving billionaire. Flora raised the divorce paper in her hand and said, "this divorce papers belongs to my father...see the name there "

My tears fall silent over my cheeks as my grim reality reaps destruction in my soul. I’m so sorry, Angelo. In desperate need of comfort, I dig my cell phone out of my bag and open the chat I share with Angelo. I scroll to the very beginning and read all the messages we’ve sent each other. But none of them offers me any comfort. Instead, the texts break my heart. In this moment of devastation and darkness, I realize I wasn’t just in love with Angelo. I love him. I love him with my whole heart and soul. And I didn’t even get to tell him.

After just two years of working, I saved up and bought my own apartment. "You, on the other hand, didn't seem to have achieved much despite having everything handed to you by your family. I think that shows I'm more capable than you." Right then, Clement snapped. He grabbed the divorce papers and hurled them at me. I stepped back quickly, and Vincent raised his arm to shield me. The papers fluttered to the floor after hitting his arm. I let out a small sigh. Great. Now I'd have to reprint them. Clement's face twisted with anger as he barked at Vincent, "What are you doing? Whose side are you on?"

“Well, that was the past, and now he is married to me.” Lucia nodded as her smile faltered for a second, but she didn't stop. Her voice faded into the background as I rolled my eyes, trying to figure out if Oliver really lied to me last night about work, or if it was when he left for work that Lucia called him. My heart sank into my stomach. Did he leave me on our anniversary night to go and pick her up? “Are you alright?” Lucia asked, interrupting my train of thought. “oh… Y.. Yes I'm good. Hey tell me about your flight last night,” I asked.

Justine brought out a brown envelope. "Here is your answer." Ashley slowly took the document with a thudding heart. Her hands vibrated reading the title of the document. ' divorce agreement.' Her entire body went rigid. Justine had a smirk on his face looking at shattered Ashley. "You never loved me, why did you Marry me? Because I'm docile." She answered her own question. Justine's eyes were void of any emotion. He brought out a pen handing it over to Ashley. She hesitated for a while.

As his eyes opened again the fire remained. He extended his hand to point at the envelope resting on the kitchen table. "Read the papers first," he said coldly. "Then we’ll talk." I stared at the envelope for a moment as confusion washed over me. The envelope looked official—too neat, too heavy. I approached the paper and slowly opened it using my shaking fingers. Petition for Divorce. The document struck me with a forceful impact in my chest. I read the lines, my vision blurring. His name. My name. The cold, emotionless language. Grounds: Irreconcilable differences. My knees weakened.

He looked at me, silent and aching with feeling, pouring all his endless love into me through his eyes. And I looked at him, and not a single ripple moved in me. A string stretched too tight snaps, and once it snaps, nothing puts it back together. The love between him and me was like the child I never got to bring into the world. It had died long ago, completely. “Let go, Raphael.” He froze, and the light in his eyes went out for good. One finger at a time, I pried his hand open and took the divorce papers. I didn't look at him again. I turned and went back to the studio.

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.

"You couldn't give me a child. My father's only wish before he died was to hold a grandchild. Because of you, he never got that. This situation you're in? You deserve it." I gripped the voice recorder hidden in my hand. "So you cheated on me. You hid assets. You left me with nothing. And you think you're the good guy here?" Brad's patience ran out. "So what if I did? We're divorced now. That's the reality, Lauren. Look—we had a few years together. Don't make this pathetic. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Have some self-respect and walk away." Vanessa just stood there behind him, watching me like a cat who'd swallowed the canary.