Please Divorce Me Novels & Stories

"Mommy is the worst! Get out of the way! You made us unable to see Ingy anymore!" I didn't even need a mirror to know how terrible I looked. Meanwhile, Corbin seemed to have known all along that things would end up like this. He was unexceptionally calm when he finally spoke. "This is fun, isn't it? You finally look as ridiculous as you behave. Oh, do you regret it now? If you really divorce me, your family will fall into ruin. So, stop acting like a clown and—" "I'm divorcing you." I didn't have any energy in my limbs, and the back of my head was still throbbing in pain, but my voice was firm and steady. "I swear that I'll divorce you, Corbin Stallone."

– You know, little nymph, he just needs to fuck me again to remember how much he likes my body and come running back to me. - Oh, I doubt it! He doesn't seem very enthusiastic about seeing you in your underwear. Trust me, I know how he gets when he's excited. – Manu replied confidently and self-assuredly, and that filled me with pride. – But let me tell you, your divorce scheme won't last long, after all, the hearing is coming up, then your divorce will be on paper again. But everyone here knows the reality, right?! The reality is that this divorce is a fait accompli from seven years ago, and the document you're so happily flaunting, where it says the divorce decree was revoked, is nothing b

"I will see you tomorrow. Where do you want to meet? Your house or somewhere else?" "I'll text you the address." "Okay. And Isabella...." She paused. "Take care of yourself until then. Please." "You too." I said. "Bye." I hung up and held the phone against my chest for a moment. Just hearing her voice had loosened something slightly. Lisa was the one person who would not tell me I was overreacting. The one person who had always seen Edward more clearly than I had and had been kind enough not to say so too loudly.

Draven's large hands rested on my hips possessively, his thumbs tracing lazy, distracting patterns against my bare skin that made it hard to concentrate. "I need you to do something for me," I said, my voice coming out stronger now, more confident and certain. "Something really important." "Anything. You know that. Just name it." I closed my eyes for a brief second, letting the full weight of this decision settle over me, letting it sink into my bones. This was it. This was the moment everything would change. "I need you to help me prepare divorce documents," I said firmly, the words feeling both terrifying and liberating on my tongue. "Official ones. I'm ready to divorce Rowan. I'm done."

“You need to see this.” I closed the door behind me slowly, exhaustion weighing heavily on my body after barely sleeping the entire night. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept hearing the same words repeating in my head. “You’re pregnant.” “Your divorce wasn’t about another woman.” “You’re not safe anymore.” Nothing about my life made sense anymore, and the worst part was that everything seemed to be spiraling faster before I even had time to process one disaster properly. “Ava…” My voice came out quieter than usual as I walked toward her.

I said coldly. _ Dear diary, When I decided to divorce Ken, my decision was complete. I feel sorry for myself. I told him that I love him very much, I love him more than myself. maybe it's time for me to love myself more. But before that, you should divorce Ken because I don't know if I can face him every day, seeing him only hurts me more. I want to forget him, I don't want to see him ever again. Hurting, Trixie Forteza Fernandez

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

I play the message, ' Hi. errm I've signed the divorce papers as requested, I just wanted to make a one last request, please can you not make errm our separation public for the next 2 months, I dont want my relatives to be alerted of this news just yet. So yeah thats all (a long pause) Good Bye'.

Adrenaline had made me do everything; at this moment, it was time. [I don't love you, Mike. I want us to get a divorce, and that way, you'll be married-] He caught my hand and pushed me. My face was more complex than ever. For a moment, I saw his eyes tremble. "There is no divorce. If you say divorce one more time, you're really going to get worse." He hissed. My body seemed accustomed to Michael's anger, so they trembled. [You hate me so much?] My lips felt so dry, and my throat felt sore even though I didn't make a sound to speak.

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