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.

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.

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

Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce. That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?" The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake." Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend. I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm ar

I exhaled as a sign of giving up. "Fine," I uttered. She hugged me. I think, I really had no choice but to go with her. We lined up to where we were supposed to be. And started doing that dance step. Miss Cine had already taught us new complex dance steps. My phone buzzed in the middle of her class. Good thing, it was on vibrate mode. I got it from my pocket. Mom's name appeared on my screen that draw a curve on my lips. “Love, your dad and I decided to file a divorce paper. Hope you understand. We love you so much, Horizon.” My world stopped, I mean literally stopped.

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.

"Don't trick me!" Bima no longer shouts me and is not angry when he says that. Even with such clear evidence, he still doesn't believe it. OK, don't just hope to be believed. Divorce is much better than suffering. “Read, read the sender's name correctly! You think I have time to create a bank account with the same name as your mother's when all this time I've always taken care of your life," I say to Bima who is still looking at his cellphone screen.

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.