Sign It Now, Ex-husband! Novels & Stories

Just a few formal questions and signatures. “Do both parties agree to the divorce?” the officer asked. “Yes,” Natalie answered at the same time as Cristian. Natalie signed the documents with a steady hand. Her expression was neutral, as if she were signing work papers. Cristian glanced at her several times, clearly disturbed by her overly calm demeanor. Not long after, the officer nodded. “Your divorce process is complete. The official certificate will be processed.” Natalie stood up first. “Thank you.” She walked out of the room without looking back.

She turned so every woman in that line, every man watching with greedy eyes, could hear her next words. “Before we all pretend nothing happened, let’s make this clear,” she said. “Damien Blackthorne and I are still married. Separated, yes. But no divorce was ever signed. Which means—” she paused, let the silence stretch, let it cut “—no one here is getting engaged tonight.” Gasps ripped through the room. Futures cracked like thin ice. One woman dropped her glass; it shattered loud in the hush. Investors cursed under their breath. Mothers clutched pearls. Whispers exploded, chaos muffled under chandelier light.

"He doesn't want you anymore. I'm back, and he only needs someone beautiful and classy like me, not a 'wifey' type like you." I was stunned, barely hearing her words, but they couldn't erase the painful truth: my husband no longer wanted me. It was all too clear—from the way his ex was in our house, wearing his shirt, and how at ease she seemed in our home. His actions and words made everything painfully obvious. Not to mention what might have happened between them last night while I was away. "Where's the pen?" I finally said, defeated. Judie was stunned. I could tell she hadn't expected me to say that, and honestly, neither had I. There was no taking back my words now, so I took the pen fr

“…Seraphina, what did you do?” “I signed the papers,” she said simply, opening her car door and slipping inside. There was brief silence before Stephanie lost it. “YOU DID WHAT?!” Seraphina winced, pulling the phone away from her ear slightly. “I signed it...I'm done with his bullshit.” “…Just like that?” “Just like that.” Stephanie exhaled slowly. “Okay… okay. You know what? It's fine, no crying, no thinking…it's his loss and we’re going out.”

Took a long drink. Then I saw the papers. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. The water splashed out of my mouth onto the papers. “What the hell?” I grabbed the folder and flipped it to the last page. Harper’s signature and beside it… my signature. My stomach dropped. When did I sign this? No. I didn’t. No fucking way. I would remember signing divorce papers. Then suddenly… “Fine. Give me the pen.” The memory hit me hard. Two days ago. Harper standing in the kitchen holding papers toward me while Rowena was hurting.

He kissed my forehead gently and said in a warm voice, "I know you only acted that way because you love me so much, and I do feel guilty about it." "But I have to say, you've really matured lately. To make it up to you, we'll pick out rings tomorrow and set a wedding date. I want the whole world to know you're my woman." "Married?" Before he could finish, I laughed softly. I took a step back, out of his reach. I pulled my hand from my pocket. With a sharp snap, I slapped the dissolution agreement onto the desk in front of him. The one bearing his signature and the family seal.

But there was nothing left to fight for. I took a long, shaking breath, grabbed a pen, and signed my name. That was it. I was no longer his wife. No longer Mrs. Robinson. I reached for my suitcase and began to pack my things. All I could hope for was that one day Leo would not regret this decision.

"I'm not signing anything. We're going to work on our marriage, like we've always done." “You just need some space to heal and forgive me,” he added. Valerie's laughter was cold and mirthless. "You're delusional." “I'm not.” He held up the divorce papers and tore it in half, then tore it into another half, and another, until he had small pieces in his hands. He littered them on her desk. “We're going to work on our marriage and that's final.” Val shrugged and opened the laptop on her desk. “I'll just have another one prepared for you to sign,” she mumbled.

I blinked rapidly, as tears began blurring my vision, but I kept desperately hoping I was hallucinating from the sheer lack of sleep and the agonizing stress of the past few weeks. But then, Damian suddenly spoke and his voice sliced through the heavy silence of the room. "Sign them, and get out of my house Nina. This sham of a marriage is over," he hissed, in a tone as cold and sharp as cracked ice. I stared up at him, my heart hammering violently against my ribs in disbelief. We had literally just gotten back from the graveyard. The damp dirt on Grandfather’s casket hadn't even settled yet. He hadn't been resting in the earth for a full day, and my husband was already casting me aside like

He hid it fast, tucking it away behind a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, but I caught it anyway, a flash of something that looked almost like grief. "Congratulations, Anna." "Nate…" "I mean it." He stood before I could say anything else, already moving toward the door, his shoulders a little more rigid than they'd been walking in. "I'm happy for you. Really." He didn't sound happy. He sounded like a man doing his very best to be generous about something that was quietly breaking something inside him, and I sat there on that bed long after he'd left the room, hating myself for the lie sitting between us like something I couldn't take back now.