Love Letters Divorce Papers Novel Novels & Stories

I just want to know you’re safe. From: Lover <3 7:56am What money did you use??? From: Lover <3 8:01am The maids are putting the house back together. Why was our wedding certificate in the garbage? Do you think you can leave me? From: Lover <3 8:03am I would love to see you try. Fine. You want a divorce? You can have one. I’m not playing Cinderella.

If they did, why the fuck would they decide to get a divorce? Maybe it's not for us? Maybe I'm just rushing into things? After all, they are businessmen. In the security industry. But still. Maybe they are expanding their business and it's for one of their clients? I look down at the packet in front of me. And then I read it. Every fucking line. I continue through the entire packet, all one hundred and fifteen pages. And it's definitely for me. Reason for divorce? No longer in love. Fuck, they spelled it right out for me. They don't love me anymore. They never fucking did.

"What do you mean by divorce papers?” "I have never loved you," he replied with a familiar coldness in his voice. "I am in love with Selena. I have always been in love with Selena. That will never change, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try. You disgust me, Aurielle. You always have." “Haven't you done enough damage to me? You fucking cheater! Now, you want to divorce me?” I had imagined many versions of this conversation, but none of them had included that word "disgust" said so easily. The words shattered what was left of the love I had for Victor, to tiny pieces.

The letter was written in her grandmother's elegant script, each word precisely formed: My dearest Maya, If you're reading this, then you've done what I always knew you could do—you've reclaimed yourself. The divorce papers in your hand are more than just a legal document. They're a declaration of war against everything that tried to make you small. They're a promise to yourself that you will never again trade your dignity for the illusion of love.

BOOK 1 OF THE DESTINED LOVE SERIES: Little Alfred Plays Matchmaker: The Billionaire's Regret ***MIRABELLA’S POV*** I stared blankly at the file in my hand, still trying to wrap my head around it. It’s a divorce document sent to me by my beloved husband. At first, I thought he was joking when he first mentioned it to me, but now that it is in my possession, it is crystal clear that my husband meant it. He had already signed his part before having the documents sent to me.

Irene stepped inside. Her eyes were swollen like she'd been crying all night. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy. Just a simple white robe that barely stayed on her shoulders. “Mikhail,” she said, her voice soft. I turned slowly to face her. I had no words left for her. “You’re really not taking the divorce papers back? That's really it? ” she asked like she still couldn’t believe it. “After everything. After the wedding, the vows, the people…” “I didn’t love you,” I replied flatly. “I never lied about that.”

I wanted to wait for Johnson to be with me before opening the envelope and uncovering what was inside, but curiosity got the better of me. As I uncovered the seal of the envelope, I was stunned as to what it was; Once again, it was a divorce agreement and it had both of our names on it. It hurt to see those damn divorce papers again so soon after the passionate and hot night we shared the previous night. Apart from the divorce papers, there was something else inside the envelope. It was a check for a billion dollars. Looking through the check and the divorce papers, I realized that this was all real and that it wasn’t a dream. Last night’s memories started flashing through my mind and it hur

On the fourth day, I woke to someone sliding an envelope under my door. For a moment, I just stared at it. It was a thick cream paper. My name written in elegant script across the front. I knew what it was before I opened it. Divorce papers. I sat on the floor with my back against the bed and read through them with numb detachment. The language felt cold. It was a dissolution of marriage due to infidelity on the part of the respondent. There was no alimony, no division of assets. It was nothing but a clean break that left me with exactly what I'd brought into the marriage five years ago.

Not after how he departed. I had vivid memories of that day. The night he threw the divorce papers at me. It was cold, and the gloomy clouds mirrored the weight in my chest. Alex stood in front of me, his expression chilly and distant. The man I'd loved and married felt like a stranger. "We're done, Camilla." His speech was smooth and dispassionate as he placed the divorce papers on the table between us. "The love of my life is back." The words struck me like a punch. I studied his face for any resemblance to the man I once knew, any indication of doubt. His eyes never wavered. His eyes had previously been brimming with love, but were now vacant.

What you call love is nothing more than the bruised ego you got after losing control. Each word pierced him, severing the last connection between us. I pulled an envelope from my bag and pressed it into his hands. I met his eyes. "I've already signed the divorce papers. Sign them and disappear from my life. If there's even a shred of decency left in you, let me go. And let yourself go, too."