Romans & histoires Please Divorce Me

"The divorce papers were received by civil registry. You are officially divorced, tell me, can I go get your ex—wife?" Ignoring the part about going after his ex—wife. Caspian focused all his attention, on the other side of the message. Already the papers had been served and we were officially divorced. Let's see, this showed a half—smile; there was nothing to do now, it was all over. He had been ignoring Sara, besides, he had shown a smile, because of the message that had arrived to him, that message was surely from some of his bitches. Maybe that was the reason why he was leaving the mansion. Angered by this great possibility, she smiled and told him without thinking:

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

I repeated. There was a long silence. I could hear him taking a deep breath. "Yes, Katniss. The divorce papers. I’ve torn up our marriage contract. Everything has been nullified. If leaving is what you want, then I’ll give it to you. I’ll take responsibility for everything, even though my mistakes are unforgivable." I honestly didn’t want to say much more. So I simply replied, "Good. Finish everything. I really don’t want to deal with you anymore."

“It’s better for both of us.” “Better for you, you mean,” I snapped, my voice rising. “After your whole family shamelessly used me and drained my savings, and now you think you can throw me out like garbage?” His expression hardened. “Audrey. Sign it, or I’ll have my lawyer handle it in court.” Without another word, I ripped the divorce agreement in half, then in half again, until the pieces fluttered to the floor like confetti. Harold’s eyes widened in shock. “What the hell are you doing?”

Once Jayna's gone, everywhere goes silent. “Uhm– have you a seat,” I say, short of words. She stares at the couch and shakes her head. “That won't be necessary. I'm here to get the divorce papers myself,” I stopped breathing. “Wha— what?” She extends her hand. “The divorce papers, Killian.” I'm trying hard not to stutter, to be calm. She crosses her arms, impatient. But the look in her eyes tells me all I need to know. I move and she stands there, watching.

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim

He stared at Astrid’s clear face, a face that resembled someone he hadn’t seen in a long time but would never forget. “I won’t spit it out! I don’t want to divorce you.” Astrid gathered her courage to look at Joshua. Her heart was pounding violently. This was her last chance. Even if she could only look at Joshua from afar in the future, even if Joshua despised her in the future, she didn’t want to divorce him. Anyway, Joshua hadn’t liked her in the first place, so it wasn’t that bad. Looking at Astrid’s tearful yet stubborn eyes, Joshua slowly lowered his raised hand and sighed.

she says, before leaving us to take a stroll on the beach. “Well?” I shoot at my ex-husband. He shoots daggers at me with his eyes because no one ever rushes Nico Armani. “The divorce didn’t go through,” he deadpans. My knees give way under me and I collapse on the lounging chair behind me. “What the hell do you mean the divorce didn’t go through?” He occupies the chair Daniel just vacated minutes ago. “The judges didn’t grant it.” “What on earth? It’s been a whole year!”

Isabella nodded in acknowledgment. Nathan stepped closer to Isabella, his presence immediately overwhelming, as he loomed over her, practically grinding his teeth as he spoke: "Isabella, to get a divorce, you really will stop at nothing. Fine. I'll grant your wish! But let me make myself clear—since you begged for this divorce, once it’s done, you and I will have nothing to do with each other." Isabella’s dark eyes seemed to light up with countless stars. "Nathan, don’t worry. After the divorce, you and I will have—nothing to do with each other, ever again."

Releasing a heavy breathe, I made my way back to the living room and picked up my phone. “I want a divorce, Derek.” I clicked send.