The 99th Divorce Novels & Stories

She had taken our wedding ring and put it on his finger just to humiliate me. I cursed myself inwardly for being such a loser. After ten years of being hurt repeatedly, only now did I finally find the courage to leave Jessica. "I've signed the divorce agreement. You just need to add your signature." Over the years, I had asked for a divorce as many as 999 times. Yet this was the first time I had brought the actual paperwork. I removed the wedding ring on my finger and took hers from the male model. Setting them on the divorce agreement, I pushed them toward her.

I followed Marcus Miller out of the courthouse. Rachel Cooper, my sister-in-law, had been waiting outside the building and dashed over in a hurry. "Where's the divorce certificate? Show me! Don't even try to fool me! Otherwise, I'll jump into a river, and Barry's child will die!" Marcus wore a helpless expression. He snatched the divorce certificate from me before comforting Rachel gently. "I've really divorced Vivian. Why would I lie to you? You're about to give birth soon. Why don't you stay at home and take it easy?"

When I saw the endless string of zeros on my phone screen, I nearly lost my composure. I had to dig my fingernails into my thigh just to force out a couple of tears. Across from me, Tristan Pierce sat there, unable to meet my eyes. His fingers were pale from how tightly he held the signed divorce agreement. "Serena, you deserve the money," he said, his voice raspy. "For the past three years, you've been too quiet in this house. I'm sorry for failing you."

Even though he had taken all their money. Just then the second waitress piped up," Yes, he is married. But not for long..." While the others looked at her with a questioning gaze, she pointed to the television screen that was mounted on one wall. The screen showed a wedding picture of Adi Grenier-business tycoon and a beautiful woman while the headlines read, "Adi Grenier- Kathy Bates divorce finalised."

I still remember how loving we were the first year we were together, but everything changed when her childhood crush returned from overseas. She kept her distance from me for no reason and would constantly test my love for her. Rina even said that I had to pass 99 tests of true love before I could marry her. The last time I had to go through one of her tests, she told me to attend a welcome party for Eugene in the middle of the night, but when I got to the door, a full bucket of flour was poured all over me. Eugene was holding the bucket of flour while saying in a pitiful manner, "I poured the flour on you, Micah. You aren't mad at me, are you? I just wanted to make this a fun party for ever

The coppery tang of blood spread in my mouth. Robert watched coldly as the twins in his arms giggled, as if they were mocking me. "Not enough," he said suddenly. "Audrey, didn't you want a divorce? When you couldn't have another child, I took ninety-nine lashes from the Langer family's punishment just to stay with you. "Now, if you can kneel and crawl ninety-nine steps, bowing your head at each one to beg my sons for forgiveness, then I'll give you that divorce."

Cassandra said calmly, and the line disconnected. Cassandra stepped inside her apartment, locating her room with a large stripe. She was already done in the shower when the doorbell rang. It was Inez. She got dressed quickly before proceeding to the door. As she opened the door, Inez hugged her immediately before urging her to lay plain the gist. Cassandra leisurely located the couch while Inez sat adjacent to her, impatiently beckoning Cassandra to start speaking. Cassandra rested a hand under her cheek before throwing in the news, “ I slept with a stranger, a total stranger, she admitted.

I looped my arm through Domenico's and looked down at Salvatore, my voice flat. "Salvatore, Thanksgiving was the 88th time I asked for a divorce. From the very first time, I made a promise to myself: if I reached ninety, I would really leave." "Salvatore, love gets worn down. It gets used up. I really don't love you anymore." "Sign the papers." With that, I turned and walked back into the house, the suffocating pain in my chest nearly making me gasp for air. I didn't love Salvatore anymore. But the scars he'd left on me were impossible to forget.

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When I was tired, I would occasionally stay for a week in the small coastal fishing villages. A year passed, and I successfully became a partner at the law firm, with my career steadily rising. Everything was developing in a positive direction, except for the occasional glimpse of Frederick's sorrowful face downstairs, which dampened my mood. During our year of separation, Frederick received 99 copies of divorce papers but still refused to sign them. He seemed to want to summon the same shameless persistence he had used to pursue me originally, hoping to earn my sympathy and get me to reconcile with him again.