Novel & Cerita Relentless Pursuit After Divorce

And somewhere in the middle of her wanting it so badly I had started wanting it too. And Bryan had loved me then. Or something close enough to love that I hadn't known the difference. Until I left my job and the trying for a baby started and something in him shifted to cold. And I stayed because my mother would never forgive me for leaving. And I stayed because I had nowhere to go. And I stayed because after long enough you forget that staying was ever a choice. I picked up my phone. I opened the browser and I searched: divorce lawyer high success rate.

It clung to the walls of the house, a constant update of the hurt she and Haven had caused. She moaned, setting her wine glass down on the coffee table. The divorce plans had been brutal, a perpetual tug-of-war between attorneys, with each side fighting for control. They had gone through weeks contending over accounts, over the house, over appearance rights. It had all gotten to be so mechanical, so value-based. In the event, they had lost sight of the things that truly mattered. Alexis closed her eyes, and for a minute, she could hear Matthew’s voice, inquiring if she had done something wrong, in case she had caused the separation. “No, baby,” Alexis whispered to herself. “This was never yo

Jodie always wants to be the center of everything, always craving attention and affection like she doesn’t get enough already. When she filed for divorce, I didn’t even take it seriously. I thought it was another one of her tricks, a way to get me to chase her or feel guilty. She’s done it before. But this time, she actually signed the papers. Still, I know her. She’ll be back. She always comes back, pretending nothing ever happened, just like when she forced me into this marriage years ago. Unlike her, I’m not petty. I can overlook her childishness. And soon, she’ll calm down.

The weight of Harold’s resentment had hung over the house since the last conversation with him earlier before the hunt. His gaze towards me grew colder, and even his demands became persistent that it was becoming too hard for me to continue enduring to resist him from his relentless desire to have me signed the divorce papers.

After the divorce, everything just got easier. I was myself again, clear-eyed and steady and alive. I'm the wind. No mountain stays in the wind's way for long, and if one does, you go over it. The world was bright and wide, except for one irritating smudge: Victor. I still didn't know what came over him. We were divorced and he refused to let it end there. He chased me across the East Coast, all of it and publicly, like an old sticker that wouldn't peel off, stubborn and irritating and impossible to shake.

“For goodness’ sake, what do you want? You moved me and Emily into your mansion, which is almost an hour’s drive from here. You sued my wife for God knows what when I told you I don’t want a divorce. And now she won’t even take my calls. She’s probably in another man’s bed right now, the same person you managed to chase away from a very good partnership and somehow blame it on me. You keep saying you’re not the one leaking information to the press, but who else would it be? You’re the only person who stands to gain something from my divorce. I don’t know what that is, maybe satisfaction of your sadistic, possessive, and manipulative cravings. I am 32 years old, and somehow, I can’t outgrow m

“I was erased. Anthonia made sure I was left out of family dinners, that I wasn’t included in vacations, that my father’s attention was always somewhere else. Even when I tried to tell him what was happening, I was called dramatic and told all I needed to do was accept his new wife and give Charlotte a chance. By the time I was sixteen, I couldn’t stand to be in that house anymore, and so I left with some money I had saved, and some of mom's jewelry. I’ve been gone ever since.” Felix gestured to the photographs of Florence in various cities, “And you've been doing what, exactly?” “Living,” Ruth said simply. “Traveling. Seeing the world on my own terms. I worked odd jobs, made enough to get b

my assistant updates me. “I didn’t expect it to be easy,” I reply, exhausted, rubbing my eyes. “Keep looking until someone passes every single security check. I’m not going through another mess like we had with that traitor.” “I’ll let the team know. And lastly... the lawyer hasn’t had any luck with the divorce. The next step is a contested proceeding. It might take months.” “I never imagined that woman would cause me this many problems,” I groan, massaging my temples. “I still don’t get why Oliver won’t leave his wife. The man’s already expecting a child with his mistress. What more does he want?”

Or maybe it always had, and I'd just been too desperate for any scrap of affection to notice. "You're still angry about Kyle," Clara continued, her voice taking on a soothing, almost patronizing quality. Like she was explaining something simple to a child who couldn't quite grasp it. "Which is why you're rattling on about divorce and now you suddenly don't even want to cook for me." Rattling on. As if the legal dissolution of our marriage was just meaningless words, empty threats designed to manipulate her rather than a documented fact. As if the papers she'd signed without reading were somehow less real because she hadn't been paying attention when she put her signature on them.

She shouted, waved, and ran out of the house before her mother could stop her. Mrs. Alexandra opened her mouth but was unable to formulate a phoneme before Lexi ran away. She heaved out heavily and smiled. Her daughter was definitely hiding someone from her, but she felt happy knowing that she had decided to move on. It had been 5 years since the divorce, and she hadn't seen another man with her. Inwardly, she was really worried about her. But at this point, she thought her worry was about to be cleared. *