Please Divorce Me Novels & Stories

I swallowed thickly, avoiding his gaze and the heat behind his words. “I hope you don’t think yesterday meant anything,” I said, refusing to look his way. “It’s best for us to go back to the way we were. No - we should get a divorce – “ “You could be pregnant,” he said, stopping me. The blood drained from my face as I choked on a grape. Sirens rang in my head. A hand slapped hard against my back and the grape popped out of my mouth and flew halfway across the room. I wheezed, scrambling out of bed, my hand on my stomach.

“Faith, let's talk about this. Don't do this, please.” I looked away from him so I didn't get to see his pain. I crumpled both of my hands as I heaved a light sigh. “Let's divorce, Elijah. I want a divorce,” itsclarixass

"Does this seem like a joke to you? I'm dead serious you killer! Let get divorce once and for all,so I could be free from you wicked woman!" "No! Never! I'll prefer you hate me for the rest of your life than watching you divorce me,I will never divorce you! You're my husband,I'll do whatever I can to win you back,I'm your wife!" I'm also your husband! I'm your love! I'm your heartbeat, but what can I do? I need to save Dad,you and my company. I'm left with no choice,please my love always find it in your heart to forgive me "I'm giving you tonight to pack your all of you things,the divorce papers are ready,by tomorrow morning you'll receive it. Make sure you don't leave a tiny bit about you b

Saanvi sat on the chair and said "Lisa Austin rejected my proposal the other day, so I want granny to help me get the divorce" "Divorce" Saanvi said with a determined tone "I am a person who believes where there is no love, there is no marriage" "Are you really going to get a divorce?" "Yes, please give me Grandma's address" Can I really believe her words? Whatever even if she goes to grandma's place there is nothing I can lose? Lisa said "I will share the address after meeting" "Thanq" Saanvi said to Maggie by showing her thumb finger "Success, after meeting"

An audience meant witnesses, and witnesses meant he couldn’t twist my words later. I inhaled deeply, clutching the black card tighter in my hand before placing it on the pristine bedspread. “I want you to take this card,” I said, my voice firm. “Use it to remove all the money you gave my dad to pay off my his debt. After that, I’ll go back home and file for a divorce. It’s simple. You get your money back, I get my freedom, and we both move on with our lives.”

he yelled in a hushed voice. “You can't force me to do anything. I don't want to discuss my life and people in it with you. You can’t stand the idea that I’ve moved on, that I don’t need you anymore, I might still be married to you, but I want a divorce.” I yelled, my voice shaking with emotions.

Maybe we did love each other once. But our love didn't stand a chance against the daily venom of another woman, or his deep-rooted, arrogant obsession with power. "Cassius," I said calmly. "I want a divorce." The air froze. Cassius's grip loosened. He took a step back, sheer disbelief flashing in his eyes. "What did you say?" "A divorce," I repeated, my tone deadpan. "I'm divorcing you." His face darkened like a gathering storm. "You're threatening me with divorce because you don't want to learn high society rules?" His voice carried a suffocating weight. "Scarlett, I overestimated you. I thought you had a spine."

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man. Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock. Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt for me. "Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?" "To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..." I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed my wife's number, begging her to come and clear things up. But she chose to defend the other man and coldly berated me in front of everyone: "There's nothing between us. I'm warning you for th

mail To: Larrykesington@g***l.com Subject: Divorce Proceedings Larry, As you made known to me the other day, you want absolutely nothing to do with me and honestly, I understand. We were married all for a few weeks before realizing we had made the worst mistake of our lives. Obviously, the next plan should be to divorce. I don't think either of us want a messy divorce. I can live without anything from you but I honestly think that a million dollars is too excessive for a severance pay. Please reconsider.

Propping myself up from the floor, I whispered, “Patricia…” I do not know why both corner of my eyes suddenly became hot. Seeing her familiar face. Her familiar warmth. The warmth I crave for a long time. A sob escaped my lips. "Patricia, he wanted to divorce me. What should I do? I don’t know what to do anymore, nothing seems to work. Help me, please? I cannot afford to lose Martin. I can't live without him!"