Sign It Now, Ex-husband! Novels & Stories

— I can’t love you again because I never stopped loving you. — Oh, Dalia, I love you. - Speaks Carlos kissing my hands. — I love you very much. — I also love you very much. - I say, approaching my face to my husband, ready to win a kiss. — However ... – Says my husband, forcing me to open my eyes. He moves away and begins to move inside his uniform, taking a role from inside him. A piece of paper I saw months ago: our marriage contract. He puts it on the table. — We need to sign this. - he signs the paper quickly and then gives it to me. — Dalia.

"What made him sign them? Did something happen?" "Nothing you need to worry about." "So I should just ignore the fact that my possessive, manipulative ex-husband magically signed the papers after it looked like he might not." "Yes," Killian said sweetly, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Let’s pretend this is a happy miracle." Calla pushed him off with a huff. " He shouldn't have cancelled his wedding to Selene if he was going to sign it so fast" "You don't sound happy that he did." Killian said

"You are not wrong. I have main target but I will include Knight. He is the root of this so he deserves to be acknowledged." "So, are you planning to use the obsession character your husband has?" I nodded but rolled my eyes afterwards. "He is not my husband. He is just someone I signed up papers with." ... "Does not change it, you signed marriage documents, idiot."

, I blurted out. “Gurl, you look like you’ve seen a ghost”, she says. “Worse, my ex-husband”, I told her. “Just husband Loyalty, we’re still legally married”, he says loudly. “On paper”, I retorted. “I signed, file the papers Spin, and let me go”! “Gurl, are all the men in your life Greek Gods sculpted from heaven? I mean shit”, Charlene says, and looks back at him.

"You still love him and I'm sure he equally does love you. Didn't you tell me how he came through for you last night with the sanitary napkins? You should be grateful you have a man who pays attention to you" The hug lasted for a few more minutes and Cia broke it. "Wipe your face, Nessa, we are about to go outside to see your husband and son." "Ex-Husband, Cia." "I feel like the divorce is fake. Don't you suspect that too?" "I don't think it is. His signature was On it and he pressured me into signing. He even punished me for it" "You should forget about those bitter past, if you really want to move on and be happy. Be strong for Nolan, Vanessa"

“Sign the fucking papers. You’re not taking another cent from me. I’m done being your charity case.” That word hurts the most. I wipe my face hard and straighten my back. Something inside me goes quiet. “If this is what you want,” I say, shaking but standing, “then say it. Say you don’t love me.” “I don’t,” he says immediately. I look at him really look, trying to understand how my husband turned into this stranger. I walk to the table, pick up the pen and sign. My hand doesn’t feel like mine. When I’m done, I press the papers against his chest. “Don’t regret this,” I say.

“Sign it. After that, we will never had a relationship anymore and just treat ourselves as strangers if we meet by chance on the street” Xiara bit her lips hard, blood oozing out, she gathered up her courage and walked to where her husband-no, ex-husband is seated, grabbing the divorcement paper that was let out inside the envelope with both hands, her fingers trembled as she tightly clasp the golden fountain pen that was handed to her by her now ex-husband starting from the moment she signed the divorcement paper in her hands.

Then he left, closing the door behind him. I sat there alone in the quiet room, listening to the sound of the air conditioning. Then a voice filled the space, startling me at first. It was deep and commanding, coming from the speaker on the wall. "Mr. Hart. Thank you for coming." I looked around, searching for cameras. "Who are you?" "That's not important. What's important is that we discuss your wife." "Ex-wife," the voice corrected. "The papers were filed two weeks ago." My hands curled into fists on the table. "She's still my wife until I sign those papers. And I'm not signing."

“Ex-wife of CEO of Anderson Corporation reportedly in a relationship with Ervin Hunter. They were seen together recently. They even said that they were thinking of their marriage soon. Well, I guess being a rival of her husband wasn’t a big deal for--” I threw the phone away. So, she is already my ex-wife. She loves him. I should sign it. “Boss…” But I took the pen again and without thinking again, I signed the papers.

I held my chest as a loud sob broke through. “Enough of the drama, Paula. Here’s the divorce papers. I’ve already signed, you just need to input your signature and we’re over officially and legally.” He pointed to a piece of document on the dining table. That was when I saw the document lying in-between rows of food, cleaned cutlery and polished dinnerware. “No.” I shook my head, refusing to touch the document. “I won’t sign it. I’m not leaving this marriage.” I heard the thunder clap again.