Please Divorce Me Novels & Stories

his voice still sounded fresh in her head. Adira had gone on her knees to beg him. The divorce papers had been lying on the floor. "Please, Lancelot, you can't do this to me. I did nothing wrong, you can't just push me away like this," she had pleaded, clutching onto his knees.

Natalie sank down to the ground, hugged herself, and comforted, "Natalie, God is fair and just. You shouldn't have died." After that, she walked back to the bedside. She took a deep breath and looked at the man. "Cedric, let's get a divorce," Natalie stated calmly. Cedric's hazy eyes suddenly snapped wide open. He fixed his gaze on her, his expression darkening. "What did you just say?" "I'll have Bianca prepare a divorce agreement for us. If you're worried about your rights, I can have your company's lawyer draft it." "What on earth are you talking about?"

For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder. She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year. That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years. But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce." She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence. I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."

I looked down and continued indifferently, “Since we were never married, there’s no need to get a divorce. Let’s break up.” I hung up. The next second, there was a loud knock at my door.

For the first time, something like genuine surprise cracked that ice cold mask of his. I didn’t stop there. This was my chance. “And I want a divorce, Peter,” I said firmly, stepping further back from him. “Right now. Today. I’ll have the papers drawn up and served. You can keep your precious Cerene and whatever twisted game you two are playing. I’m finished.” One of the doctors cleared his throat awkwardly. “Perhaps we should give you some privacy...” “No,” I cut in. “Everyone should hear this. I’m not hiding anymore.”

“Ava, you’re making a terrible mistake. You’re throwing away your future—everything we’ve worked for—” Ava interrupted, her voice trembling but resolute. “Please, stop. I’ve filed for a divorce. This is my choice, and it’s not up for discussion. I don’t want any more calls. I don’t want you or anyone else coming to look for me. I’ll contact you when it’s over.” She heard her father’s angry protest, then Justin’s voice—tight, desperate. “Ava, don’t do this. We can fix this, I—”

Luca stared like he hadn't understood. "Say that again." "I don't want this anymore," I said. "You can keep the child. I'll sign the divorce." Noah burst into tears, but it wasn't grief. It was anger. "How can you do that? You said you loved me most. Are you giving me up because Daddy only offered five hundred thousand?" Serena hugged him, her voice soft and poisonous. "Don't cry, baby. Some women say they love children, but they only love money."

I stood up and patted my slightly sore knees, saying, "I suggest that you keep a low profile, Ms. Clifford. The two of you should just get a room if you can't keep your hands off each other. Don't do inappropriate things in a public space." Elena flushed before the color drained from her face. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you trying to poke your nose into my business when I'm just working out? You should take a look at how much weight you've put on instead. How revolting." I nonchalantly spread my arms and said, "You don't have to feel repulsed by me if you just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible, Ms. Clifford. Also, you should comfort your little puppy. He looks terrif

Zion and Dennis looked at him, puzzled. After flicking the ash off his cigarette, he leaned back and said, "I'm just allowing her to enjoy herself for the time being. Once she's had her fun, she'll come back to me. I would never let her marry someone else!" Both Dennis and Zion were rendered speechless, as they learned that Noelle and Quentin never truly divorced. "Wait, so how'd you get the divorce certificate?" Dennis asked, confused. Quentin responded, "It's fake." Deniss was at a loss for words. Zion, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief as he realized he hadn't ruined his friend's marriage. He would've felt awful if Quentin had divorced Noelle because of what he said.