The 99th Divorce Novels & Stories

“Nothing impressive,” Tiffany replied without a second thought, probably because she was still upset at the prospect of her mother getting married again, “He’s not good-looking; he’s only good with words. We’ve met before, but I don’t really know what he’s like. He’s not a widower, but a divorcee. There must have been a reason behind that divorce, right? I’m not saying that people who are divorced are problematic, but I have to at least understand how and why the divorce happened. Look at the information from the private eye; Grant’s divorce was less than a year ago. I have to find out more.”

Rachel gulped. That was a threat, right? The Vera Chang and Nate Madden public divorce had been years ago, two - or was it one - years ago. Between then and now there had been worse news for the media to strip apart. But the Chang-Madden divorce had really taken the Hills by storm. Nate Madden, billionaire playboy had finally settled down with one woman. No one had expected the fragile, sweet-spoken Vera to be his kind of woman given his dating history and they had been the talk of the town. Everyone said she made Nate Madden look almost human for the first time. So when the divorce news got out every news outlet had latched onto it like vampires on virgins.

"Okay, let's take a look at the hottest one." I opened one of the top headlines and started moving my eyes to read it. "Alex Murray faces divorce with Sarah, for the hottest news the title is too ordinary." I shifted my gaze to the next paragraph that was clearly written there. "It is alleged from reliable sources that their divorce filing is based on the wife's infidelity."

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

I stood up and patted my slightly sore knees, saying, "I suggest that you keep a low profile, Ms. Clifford. The two of you should just get a room if you can't keep your hands off each other. Don't do inappropriate things in a public space." Elena flushed before the color drained from her face. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you trying to poke your nose into my business when I'm just working out? You should take a look at how much weight you've put on instead. How revolting." I nonchalantly spread my arms and said, "You don't have to feel repulsed by me if you just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible, Ms. Clifford. Also, you should comfort your little puppy. He looks terrif

To be honest, I felt more like a servant than a partner, like someone they could boss around. When I heard Clement had flown back home, I sent the signed divorce papers to his email. But I got no response. I tried calling. He didn't pick up. A few hours later, his assistant called me back. "Mr. Norman says he'll meet you if you apologize to Ms. Bowen." "Has he looked at the divorce agreement?" The assistant paused before replying, "Mr. Norman says if you want a divorce, you should come find him yourself. He's not falling for your dramatic tricks."

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

However, the girl he once loved in his youth would never again see him as the boy she loved. "Twelve years ago, I confessed to you beneath a ginkgo tree. Twelve years later, I'm asking you to marry me beneath one." A proposal. I almost laughed. So he did know we were divorced, and not just once, but nine times. I'd spent eight long years clinging to those beautiful memories. In the end, all they brought me was a ninth divorce. Those memories had turned into a joke to me. They were the beginning of every pain I hated most today.

Now, you won't have to lie awake at 3:00 am staring at the ceiling, stressing over rent anymore, and you'll never have to drink until you throw up just to suck up to clients anymore! I had thought tonight would be one of the best nights of our lives. Yet, what awaited me was a divorce agreement that needed my signature. Suppressing the tremor in my lips, I inquired, "Where's the pen?" He tilted his chin toward the undercarriage of the coffee table.

We made an effort to get closer to each other, and we eventually reached ninety-nine points. Before I left for work that day, I was feeling elated over our improving relationship. That was until Jenny sultrily strutted into my office. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered in a sickly sweet voice, "Why haven't you divorced your wife yet?" It turned out my husband had been planning to divorce me and live a happy life with another woman. To think that I had been overjoyed about us getting closer!