Relentless Pursuit After Divorce Novels & Stories

Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Dominic James Hartley, Petitioner. The words did not land at first. I read them again. And again. As if the fourth time would rearrange them into something that was not my whole marriage ending on a Tuesday morning. He wanted a divorce. He wanted it clean. Uncontested. No mess. The same way he wanted everything. And there, at the bottom of the last page, already waiting, was his signature. That was the part that went through me like cold water.

“He hasn’t signed the papers yet, so technically, he kind of still is.” I pressed my lips together and groaned, “About this though, how is the divorce going?” I poured and shook my head, “Unsuccessful. Paris won’t sign.” “But you were adamant once before.” “What do you mean once before?” “I mean, you don’t seem to be chasing after your divorce now.” “Oh, believe me, I’ve chased it. Even to the point of watching his beta chew up my papers.” “So you just let go?” I sighed and shook my head, “let’s say, I’m taking a break.”

"My mother worked hard as a waitress - it was honest work providing for me. Besides, your father is my father too." Natalia waved her hand dismissively. "Waitress, maid, potato, potahto, it's all the same." Melanie turned helplessly to Hardin. "Please, tell me you won't allow this." Hardin watched her impassively, his hazel eyes showing nothing. "Our marriage is dissolved, Melanie. You have no right to be here anymore." "How can you be so cold?" she whispered in despair. “I do not know you to be a troublemaker Melanie,” he looked at her coldly. “You have to leave right now.”

I stared at him for a while, hoping he would reach out for me and tell me it was all a joke, but his piercing gaze shattered all the hope I had left. I took a few steps backwards and shook my head, “We can fix this. We don't have to get a divorce. We're fighters, right?” During our first anniversary, Liam had given us the nickname “Fighters” because we've never given up, and I was never giving up on my marriage.

I say before dropping myself onto the couch undefeated because I don't know what else to do, to get him to sign that paper, if he is set in his way, there’s no way I can change his mind. Putting the small pillow under my head, I thought, guess the difficult marriage wasn't enough for him, he had to make the divorce a rollercoaster war doesn't he? With one thought in mind that tomorrow is a new day, and with that, I will start a new life fresh with no Jacob Milan in it; with a smile, I close my eyes and let the darkness take over.

The unspoken question - “Was I just a placeholder until you found someone better?' - hung in the air like a challenge. Marcus didn't say anything for a while. "If I were you, I wouldn't bother to ask this question. Why can't you just let it go? I thought we could split up nicely. " Marcus ran a hand through his hair, asking impatiently. "Are you kidding? My husband asked for a divorce without any reason, and then he showed up with some random woman to humiliate me -" Lilian looked at him with tear-dimmed eyes. "Don't you ever call her that! She's not just any random woman! I love her!" Marcus interrupted Lilian while pointing his finger at her.

Elaine said as she wiped her tears, while her brother was shocked. “I am not a fool as you all think I am. However, I found everything during my eighteenth birthday,” Elaine stated, but she didn’t want to explain too much. Still, she couldn’t deny that she had indeed refused to go with her mother cause of her husband, who had promised to always be there for her and never leave her. But now, just the same way her father chose the mistress's daughter over her, he had chosen her. “I want to go far away from here. Is there any love left in this place?” she asked as she looked around. “Brother, I want to leave with you. Please deal with the divorce documents and procedures as soon as possible.”

he said, gesturing to the chair beside him. As she settled in, she glanced around. “Where’s Lex?” Her father exhaled, rubbing his chin. “Tidying up some things at the company. You know you’ll be taking over soon.” Briella’s chest tightened.She'd be back to her old life soon but leaving it was no use because she couldn't get what she wanted. “How are you coping… with the divorce?” her father asked carefully, his gaze searching hers. She forced a smile, though something inside her ached. “I feel better now. He betrayed me, and there’s no use moping over him.”

I'm worth so much more than that! I'm not stupid. I'm more than aware he has a restraining order out on me. But that doesn't mean I'm not trying to change his mind! All he can do is call the police and have them haul me away over and over again. I'm going to wear him down. He's going to learn I don't give up the prize. I'm tenacious! And I WILL WIN! And since when the hell is Hunter taken?! He divorced his bitch ages ago! I'm sure he's lying just to keep me away from him. He's a free agent dammit and I'm going to hook him if it kills me!

Harry admonished. “Papa, I have given Charles few months to come home, if I don’t see him I will remarry whom I like. I will not consider the way you see it. The dejected impressions which I had received from him and from the discoveries of his character had betrayed my trust. I had known his extreme ill dispositions; I had more to hope from his violence and dubiousness. I am losing patience with all this shit, and all I really wanted to do was to sue him to court for an injunction, and separate from him the rest of my life. Since court trial on divorce is come today, come tomorrow, I will elope from him and leave him alone as he did to me.” Vivian retorted.