Misha Collins Divorce Novels & Stories

"What happened to you?! Why are you standing in the rain like this?" Olivia forced a weak smile. "It's over." Mia froze. "What do you mean… over?" Olivia's lips trembled slightly. "Sebastian and I… got divorced." The words sounded strange even to her own ears. Mia stared at her in disbelief. "What?!" Her voice rose with anger. "That bastard actually divorced you?!" Olivia looked down quietly. She didn't answer. Mia clenched her fists. "I knew it! I knew that snake Vanessa Blake would ruin everything!"

“Care for the three children. Help them adjust to a normal life. Attend family events as Mrs. Bellandi when necessary.” “And marital obligations?” Dante turned the contract to one page and tapped a line with his finger. “There is no such clause.” I read it twice before asking, “What about money?” “A personal operating account will be opened under your name. Household expenses come from the family account. Anything transferred to your private account stays yours.” “Even if we divorce?” “Even then.” I looked at the contract. “I’ve signed an agreement before. In the end, I walked away with twenty-six dollars.”

She told Charlotte everything that had happened the night before. Charlotte’s brows drew together, her expression turning serious. “What are you planning to do now?” Mia’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Ian said his father agreed to the divorce. All I can do now is wait for it to happen. Their marriage has been dead for years. The only reason they never divorced was because there was too much at stake and too many financial ties to untangle.”

His hands are locked in mine as we both stare at the journalist. “It feels so good watching both of you come back together,” she says, beaming. “Is there a reason why both of you separated in the first place?” Mihir squeezes my hand, making me talk at once. “All couples need space. We thought that was what we needed. We just didn’t know that we would need space to the extent of actually getting a divorce. We probably got back to our senses and got back together.” Mihir nods his head in approval. One wrong move, and I could get my first night in the basement since I got back.

“When are you going to divorce her?” Collins' eyes widened, frowning and raising his brows at the same time, “Jamie.” he groaned, giving a brief headshake, “Our marriage is only a few weeks.” he explained, wondering why in the world Jamie would mention a DIVORCE out of nowhere. He hadn't even thought about it. Jamie smirked, “You've gotten the business deal, the main reason you married her. What else do you need?” he asked, leaning closer, “You remember the last lady and what she did? What makes Tammie different?”

"It has grown considerably since." I said nothing. "Your husband also carries business debt partially secured against joint assets. In a divorce proceeding, that debt becomes a shared liability — unless we can demonstrate you had no knowledge of and no benefit from the borrowing." He looked at me over his glasses. "Given what you've shown me today, I believe we can argue that." The room was quiet. "What are you telling me?" I asked.

He replied, his voice hinting at rage. “Oh well, I’m fine.” It was then, Missy realized she never told her parents about her getting poisoned and almost owning her death certificate. Her lips smacked, deciding against the need to tell them or her father especially. “Listen I spoke with Tyler about your divorce, I know you want out of his grab. I’m going to fix it soon I promise, this would all be over and you’ll be back with your family. Your mother is going to help me with it all.” Davis said to her, lacing his words with reassurance and positivity.

“Then… what is it?” I pulled my phone from my pocket and handed it over. She frowned as she scrolled, her thumb slowing when she realized what she was looking at. Photos. Articles. Headlines. The divorce papers had already leaked, and the internet was doing what it always did with private things. “Nathan Lockwood and Tania Finalize Divorce.” “Mutual Separation Ends in Single Court Session.” “Power Couple Splits Quietly Amid Internal Pack Rumors.” Mia looked up from the screen, confused. “It happened this fast? I thought that you would take a while into it?”

I said calmly. His head jerked up to look at me with disbelief. "No! I won't agree to it. I don't want a divorce!" "It's not your choice to make." I gave him the divorce papers I had prepared. "I've already signed them. We'll each get half of our assets. I'll get the house, and you can have the car. The company has always been yours, even before we were married, so you can have it back." Chuck looked incredibly upset while starting at the divorce papers, and he shook his head vigorously. "No, you can't do this to me, Willow. You had a part in building our company too! We can't get divorced!"

“Enough.” “You don’t understand, Angel.” He continued to ramble, more for his sake than for mine. “I know, I haven’t been very attentive lately, and yes I messed up with the Florida trip, but we love one another and we can make things right again between us, Ari. I know …” “I want a divorce, Misha.” He chokes on his next words. “You want what?” “A divorce,” I say again. “I’m done.” Misha shook his head as a slow smirk spread across his face.