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I blinked, realizing I had missed part of her story. “Wait, you were married?” I asked, trying to catch up. Vanessa chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, but it didn’t work out. He left me for someone else. A minor, if you can believe it. Now I’m trying to start fresh, you know? New city, new career, maybe even a new love. Have you ever been in that situation?” Her question caught me off guard. For a moment, I hesitated, debating how much to reveal. “Kind of,” I said vaguely, not wanting to delve into my past with Liam. "I know exactly what a divorce feels like."

The trauma supposedly left him unable to tolerate any physical intimacy. In seven years as mates, he had never once kissed me. He couldn't even share a bed without placing a barrier of blankets between us. And yet here he was, kissing Amber in front of everyone, without the slightest sign of discomfort. I was done living like this. Why not just let them be together? Why wouldn't he agree to dissolve our bond? "I've said all I have to say. Sign the papers or don't. Either way, I am ending this bond." I didn't bother explaining further. I grabbed my coat and turned to leave.

"Both of them have vanished without a trace." The rage inside me evaporates and is replaced by a sudden, shocking cold. Vanished? Both of them? This is not right. This is not just a coward running from his responsibilities. This is something else. Something more sinister. "And Rhea?" I ask, even though I already know the answer. Lady Lisa shakes her head, as a fresh tear slips down her cheek. "She left too," she says softly. "She told us she and Miles are getting a divorce and that the papers are signed. We never knew she planned to leave like that. No indication of where she was going."

While emptying the glass of water, Collin put a question before her, "I advised him to talk things out with you last night. How did it go?" Ursula took the glass from his hands and placed it on the nightstand. She sat beside him, morosely staring outside a window in her view. "He wants divorce." For a few seconds, Collin couldn't think of anything to say to her. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Don't think about it too much. He must have said it in the heat of the moment. I am sure that he didn't mean it." "Well, he has said such things in past and I knew that he never meant it," she uttered. "But this time... I am certain that he is serious as hell. Said he is glad that we don't have a child together a

Vanessa says, which made it harder for me to tell her the truth, but on a serious note, Brianna and Miles have been divorced for a year now, which means Miles has the freedom to do whatever he wants, even if it means remarrying. “If he makes you happy, Vanessa,” I said, feeling guilty for both Vanessa and Brianna.

Roy silently nodded, sensing the dangerous calm in David’s voice. When he left the office, he immediately called Lily’s lawyer. “Mr. Hardison has added a condition regarding the divorce settlement,” Roy said professionally. “The debt of thirty million that Mr. Hardison covered for Mr. Collins, Miss Collins’s father must be repaid. According to relevant business laws and the terms of their prior agreement, Mr. Hardison has the right to reclaim that amount after divorce.” He paused, flipping through the documents David had handed him. “There’s also a list of all financial investments Mr. Hardison made into the Collins family company attached. If Miss Collins wants the divorce finalized, the to

A scuffle sounded on the other side of the line, followed by Hillary's shrill voice piercing through the speaker. "You want a divorce, Lucas? Fine! But I'm telling you—you have to split those three million dollars with me! Otherwise, you can forget about it!" "Sure. Then I'll just file for a divorce through the courts. You cheated on me while we were still married and conspired with your lover to transfer our marital assets. Do you really think I'm an idiot, Hillary?" A few days ago, I'd actually run into her and Shane coming out of an OB-GYN clinic.

"Oh, by the way, Wendy, I need to find a reliable lawyer to handle the divorce proceedings in advance. Do you know anyone? Your network is wider than mine." "Of course," Wendy replied. "I actually know someone who is incredibly impressive, Penny Williams. She is unmatched in handling divorce cases. Remember that high-profile case in Johnsonville? The one involving Francis Muller, the CEO of Mulligan Group, and his affair that went viral on social media? Our company handled the crisis management for his wife." "Yeah, wasn't that a huge scandal? Francis got fired, right?" "Yes, exactly. His wife handled it like a pro. She filed for divorce, and Francis had to pay billions. Penny represented hi

“This will be a lot for you to take in so brace yourself. Like really brace yourself. But before I say anything… I want you to know that everything that happened is for your own sake.” Mavis furrowed her brows. Nevertheless, she nodded. Jackson let out a sigh. “First of all… You and Grayson have been divorced three years now…” Tears pricked Mavis’s eyes in a few seconds, but she never said anything. She merely looked down. She just told herself that that was inevitable given that Venice had returned, but a question made her look back at Jackson. “How did our divorce get approved when I did not sign any divorce settlement?” she questioned.

Tyler moved the glass out of his reach. "You haven't said a word all night, Ethan. You're going to burn out if you don't vent," Tyler said, sliding a glass of water toward him. Ethan leaned back, his long fingers pressing into his temples. He closed his eyes, his voice barely a whisper. "Collins wants a divorce," he said, and the words sounded like they were being dragged over broken glass. "Am I really that pathetic, Tyler? Do I mean that little to him?"