Misha Collins Divorce Novels & Stories

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

“I want a divorce—” “No.” The rejection was like a gunshot. I hadn't even closed my mouth when he flat out denied me. I blinked at him, half-waiting for him to laugh, to turn it into one of his ridiculous and ruthless mind games. But he didn’t. “I’m not giving you one,” Misha said. My mouth went dry. “You don’t get to deny me that.” “I do.” He took a step closer, heels crunching the wet grass. “Because you’re my wife, Lorraine.”

Every photograph of the two of them had been swept clean. Even the cookware she'd bought specifically for him had disappeared from the kitchen. The only thing left was the divorce agreement, sitting in the center of the living room table, impossible to miss. His hands trembling, he opened the small storage closet. The white wedding dress had been cut to ribbons. Scraps of fabric lay scattered like the final verdict on everything they'd been. He refused to accept it. Refused to believe that Lily had actually left him. Where would she even go?

Besides that, I didn't notice anything unusual. I also looked into the backgrounds of the five deceased comrades. They had no previous connections before joining the peacekeeping force and were not acquainted with Esther. Perhaps Travis made a mistake? My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing phone. It was Shelia, already yelling before I could even speak. "Did you leak our marriage online?" "What are you talking about? What happened?" I asked. "The divorce agreement states that if you leak the details of our marriage, you will be required to pay 100 million!"