Please Divorce Me Novels & Stories

Kristel contemplated something when Galvin broke the silence. “Kristel, I want to remind you never to mention our divorce to Grandma. Today is a special day in her life. I don’t want to spoil it.” ‘Who’s eager to finalize this divorce? Aren’t you?’ Kristel didn’t share her thoughts. She merely nodded without raising her head or sparing a glance at him. She only eats quietly. Galvin, on the other hand, was dissatisfied with the attitude she was showing him. He asked, “Have you purchased your dress for the party?”

Those present looked completely uncomfortable, not knowing how to respond. I was so amused by the spectacle that I couldn't help but speak up, my voice sounding clear and bright. "I'm fine with that. Why don't you have your sister divorce me and marry you instead? How does that sound?" Jasmine snapped her head around to look at me, staring for a long time before she seemed to realize something. "I'll hand you the divorce agreement in a short while, so you'd better clear out and make room for Patrick as soon as possible, Henry."

“I am not weak but lay low just to make peace with everyone but you all took it for granted. You had the gut to ordered me and sat on my throne." I turned and walked toward the door. “I have had enough of you all and I promise to treat you the way you all deserved to be treated.” Outside, I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone. “Get me my PA,” I said the moment the call connected. “Yes, sir,” he replied instantly. “Find out a good firm where I can file for divorce immediately,” I said. “And make sure everything is airtight.” There was a pause. “Sir… you know Miss Kayla won’t make this easy.”

(Dahlia) ‘RULE number one: we will be married in name only. You and I will be using different rooms. Rule number two: you may be the official luna, but you will be sharing luna responsibilities with Rosie. Be nice to her. Rule number three: you are free to do whatever you want as long as it doesn’t tarnish my reputation. Rule number four: don’t meddle with my affairs and I won’t meddle with yours. And the last rule, don’t fall for me, kid. I won’t be held responsible for your feelings.’

"It's alright, darling. You're alright now." I pulled back, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I was sure I looked like a disaster but I didn’t care. "I want a divorce." I said after clearing my throat."I want to divorce Jaime King, and I need your help." My mother's eyes widened. Her mouth opened to respond- "It's not free." The voice came from behind her, and I watched as my father descended the stairs slowly, his hands in the pockets of his slacks. "Edgar-" my mother started, but he cut her off with a raised hand.

I took out my phone and unlocked it. Now that we are getting divorced, my stigma of many years should be washed away too. Sophie, if you want to step all over me and have parents who love you and a wealthy husband, you are going to have to ask for my consent!

I shove at his chest, my hands sliding against his wet, tattooed skin. “I’m done, Hardin. I want a divorce. I don’t care what you do to me anymore,” I say, the words pouring out like blood from a fresh wound. “Release my tapes. Destroy me. Fuck me up. I would rather be ruined and free than stay in this golden cage with you.”

"Forgive me, Dad, Mum, Grey, you've all been worried because of me, and now that yours here, it's easier for me to say it. Grey, I want a divorce from you." Grey fell silent. For a moment, he felt like he must have misheard Keyara's words. Grey's eyes blinked momentarily as he processed it. Something seemed to stall in his mind. So, with surprise, Grey asked, "What? What did you say?" "I want a divorce. I won't claim any share of your property. I think I've caused you enough harm already, so I believe dealing with divorce papers is the best course of action." Grey stood up abruptly, "What do you mean?!"

Stephen says, and his words hurt me deeply. “How can you talk about divorce now, Stephen? Please let us not end our marriage. I love you. My love for you is genuine. Please, let's talk about this, but don't talk about divorce. I am begging you, my love.” I find myself pleading with him. I will never allow him to divorce me. I mean, my marriage with him is something I cherish so much. I am not ready to get separated from him. I will never sign the divorce papers.

"Jho" "Don't you dare call my parents' less and poor name inside that rich mouth of yours. I said it before and I'm going to say it again. Nearce Pinnock, I want. No, that's not right. I "need" a divorce. You weren't thinking about the cost so henceforth neither will I. I don't want to see you. So go back to her and leave me alone." Jhonia said, wiping her face from tears, calling his first and last name, telling but she corrected herself. It's not what she wants but it's something she needs. A divorce. She sobs and begins to walk away. Nearce grabbed her, hugging her.