Romans & histoires Please Divorce Me

"You're not afraid I'll bankrupt your family? What will you do then?" Without hesitation, she began removing her jewelry one piece at a time, placing it neatly on the table. "If this were about money, I'd kneel in front of Jake right now and beg him to spare my family. But I no longer care about that. Without my family, I can still work—deliver packages and whatnot… No matter what, I'll survive." As if surprised by Wendy's admirable statement, Dad looked at her with a trace of surprise. I couldn't stay still anymore and strode over to her. "What do you mean by I made mistakes first?"

Sasha froze, caught off guard by Jim’s sudden appearance, and stepped forward as if realizing something. “Jim, after all these years together, you can doubt anyone else, but why me?” Jim snorted coldly and shot her a hard look. “Sasha, we’re done. Divorce papers have already been sent to your place. When you see them, if everything checks out, just sign.” Sasha’s eyes went wide. Disbelief was written all over her face. “You want a divorce? Are you insane, Jim?! If we split, who’s going to take care of you?”

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

Jotham opened his beautiful green eyes and then checked his wristwatch, "thank goodness you are awake, Julie. It's been three days since you've passed and I've not left your side since." "Who cares? Like you didn't cause all these? Where's that man you were punching blue-black? Where's my husband?" "Dr. T had promised to divorce you. You need to sign the divorce papers, Julie." "You must be insane. Why will I divorce my husband?" "Cause I'm the only man who can have you." "Where's is he? I need to see him." "Only after you have agreed to sign his divorce papers." "No. Why are you ruining my happy life, Jotham. Go for your 'Mirabel." Why are you this obsessed with me when you had me in the pa

She decided not to take the conversation further but to back away from it now, before it becomes a neighbourhood scandal. After this long discussion that existed between Vivian and her father, he decided this would probably be a good time to drop this entire conversation until he sees Charles face-to-face. He knew that discussing matters face-to-face were more than million letters, e-mails, telegrams and phone calls. Vivian and her mother left the piazza to the courtyard, though the admonishing words of her father over divorce discord had critically thrown her into a state of confusion. Her ideology to remarry was subdued by those strong warnings that her father rattled concerning the turn w

“Chloe, it’s not like that. I just—” “I want a divorce, Dan,” Chloe interrupted, her voice firm despite the tears welling up in her eyes. “What?!” Dan’s expression hardened once again. “That’s not possible. In case you’ve forgotten, you signed a contract. You can’t ask for a divorce until Sofia is out of her coma. You’ll keep donating your blood to keep her alive.” Chloe’s eyes blazed with fury. “Fine. I’ll keep donating my blood to your darling Sofia even after the divorce, but I’m done being your pawn.”

“Just get to the point, Pearl.” I sigh. “I’m accepting your proposal.” That caught his attention. “Let’s have a divorce.” He nodded and didn’t say anything, I bite my lips and notice that I was crying and my voice was cracking when I speak. “but please let’s not tell our parents yet until it’s really over.”

"Mom, Dad, I no longer love Diego. I have requested a divorce; I want to end my marriage with Diego, and I have already informed him and provided him with the divorce papers." They both look at me in astonishment before my mother slumps and collapses. Oh dear! Here we go again.

But my heart is done bleeding out. I lift my gaze at Tristan but my mouth is devoid of any explanation. I only have two words for him. Two words that I tremble to say, not because of the numbness in my body, but because I never thought I would be the one to say them. “Let’s divorce.”

my response was quick and firm but my voice sounded squeaky as I had to force the word out of my mouth. "Great. Let's get divorced," Finally! Freedom!