Novel & Cerita Mommy Tang Divorce

Rhode asks me. "Fuck no" I say with a firm shake of my head. I'd like to get rid of my fathers side of the family as fast as humanly possible, even my mum is considering changing her name back as well. Rhode hired a lawyer for her to help her go through the divorce proceedings finally, and they were able to do it all without seeing or talking to each other throughout the process. Now mum can finally feel like she has fully moved on while Frank can go off and marry the woman he chose to stick around for if he wishes, no excuses now.

I looked right at my son and said calmly, "Get dressed. We need to talk. And it's not about the noise. Your father and I are done. We are getting a divorce. I said, trying not to cry in front of my son and his girlfriend. I left the room and gave them time to put on their clothes, he came out to the sitting room, and stood close to the black sofa I was sitting down, his girlfriend was standing a bit far from him, she looked messy, her hair was wet, and sweat dripping to her lips, her nipples pointed out of her pink shirt,her black short skirt was unzipped,she was innocently quiet. Wtf happened mom, my son said to me, asking out of concern, your father has been cheating on me, he brought a wo

Brent smiled, and took her lips again, making her taste herself in his mouth Their passionate time was cut short, by the loud and blaring ringtone from Tiffany's phone. Tiffany laughed and slowly got up from Brent's laps, her legs wobbly as she sat on the couch and reached for the phone. “Mom” she murmured and glanced at Brent. “Hi mom,” “Hello baby, how are you doing?” “I'm fine mom, you? How's dad?” “I'm a good baby, I'm filing for a divorce with your dad once we're back.”

She turned to leave, about to call me, when her phone rang again. It was Tasha. "Mom, something bad happened. That ugly freak wants to divorce you! He disappeared, and someone delivered divorce papers to the house." Sharon froze, gripping the phone. Her eyes went blank. Ignoring Curtis crying behind her, she rushed outside. Even her voice trembled when she spoke. "What did you say? How is that possible?" "I don't know. The divorce papers are real," Tasha replied. "Does this mean you can marry Uncle Curtis now?"

Amoli ran outside the room with the divorce papers in her hands . ' how wrong I was that he will change .. he is devil ' amoli's angry mind said .. ' don't cry maybe he will change for goods after knowing that he is going to be a father ' her naive innocent self said ... ' are you fool .. if he got to know then he will make the child like him or maybe he will hate the child like he hates you ' her angry self debate back . ' if he wants divorce than I am ready to give him ... Yes Amoli give him divorce then live this house with your child .. before he will know about it ' Amoli said to herself .. and nods her head like she is having conversation with herself .

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

She thanked us profusely, and did indeed use it, taking her doddering old fool along too. Mom's detective agency had a field day getting info on her cheatin' heart hubby. At the discovery process before the divorce trial, his legal team threw in the towel. He would retain what was his before the marriage (i.e. nothing) and mom would retain hers and get the community property. What that boiled down to was that there was a new company president (you got ahead of me again...okay, it was me.) Since mom did not want my amorous attentions 24/7 (I WAS insatiable, after all.), she allowed me to have two clerical staffers. One was the ever loyal Miss Crump, who punctuated the morning and the evening

“Argantara! We haven’t taken care of the divorce papers at the civil office yet!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the silent living room. My fists clenched, breaths ragged, eyes fixed sharply on my husband who was adjusting his work suit. Argantara froze mid-motion. His gaze darkened, piercing me with warning. “Devia, can you not talk about divorce in my mother’s house?” His voice was low, tense. “Do you know what will happen if she finds out we’re divorcing? I could be disowned!”