Misha Collins Divorce Novels & Stories

"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?"

I asked. “No, you two seems to be on good terms so you can just tell him that you are now both free to date other people.” He replied playfully. “I am sorry. What are you saying?” I asked totally confused. “Oh, I am sorry. I just want to let you know that the divorce has been processed and everything has been approved.” He stated and I froze in place. “So the divorce has been filed?” I replied. “It’s already done, Ms. Collins. You and Mr. Sinclair divorce has been approved. And I just need to know which bank you would like to open the money that you get from the settlement.”

she said, stepping aside to let them enter. Once they were all seated, Miley looked at Isabella curiously. “Isabella… Miguel told me you and Max were getting divorced. Is that true?” she asked, her tone laced with hope. “Not getting,” Max cut in, smirking slightly. “Almost did.” “Miley, Max and Isabella aren’t getting divorced,” Miguel said firmly. “What? But Miguel, you said yourself Max was filing for divorce! And Isabella—didn’t you promise you’d leave him?” Miley asked, her voice rising, frustration and disbelief mixing in her tone.

I shouted in annoyance “All of you are really selling me to this guy?” “Correction, they. They are selling you to that guy. I'm not included, Aileen.” Misha said I buried my face to the pillow again and scream there in frustration. “Girl, just deal with it. Marry him, what could go wrong?” Misha added “B*tch, I can't even stay sane in just two months—now you want me to endure for eternity?” I cried out in annoyance She chuckled as she said “Who said you have to stay with him for eternity? Were you raised at the mountain? Don't you know the existence of the word divorce?”

The next second, Miles lowered his head. "I'll apologize to Colin, okay? Sorry, Colin. I shouldn't have—" I cut him short. "No need for that. The divorce has been finalized, so it doesn't matter anymore." Isabel rushed forward. "How can it not matter? We've been married for so many years. I don't believe you can just throw away everything we had so easily! And I refuse to believe you'd walk away from the company after pouring so many years of effort into it!"

After the meeting, I got into my car and reclined, plunging my head on the headrest. I closed my eyes, letting the tension of the meeting seep out of my head. And that was when my phone beeped. My eyes widened as I saw the headline NEWS: CEO Logan Michealson and M$M corporation founder has reportedly filed for a divorce from his wife, Vivian. I sucked in a deep breath, still finding it hard to believe. “Why is he divorcing Vivian?” I mumbled, shock etching my features “Where to, ma'am?” The chauffeur asked, his voice cutting through my thoughts.

For a moment, Chiara held her cutlery even more tightly. Michael told her that he and Ivanka had gotten a divorce, but they had yet to collect their divorce certificate even though it had been so long! No way, Chiara must not let her efforts go in vain! She said solemnly, “Don’t do that. Why did you two decide to get a divorce so suddenly? Iv, there’s nothing between Mic and me. Why won’t you trust him? If you dislike seeing me around him, I will stop keeping in touch with him in the future.”

“The marriage will be dissolved at the conclusion of the six months. Mr. Knight will provide you with the agreed-upon sum of one million dollars upon successfully completing the six-month term.” I nodded, and she continued. "Clause one: confidentiality. You are to speak to no one outside of the designated PR team regarding the true nature of this marriage." She flipped the pages. "Clause two: media and public appearances. You will be expected to accompany Mr. Knight to all necessary social and business functions, presenting yourselves as a happily married couple. This includes but is not limited to, galas, dinners, press conferences, and any events considered important by Mr. Knight for the