The 99th Divorce Novels & Stories

He approached me before looking down his nose at me. "Natania, stop with the act. Who are you putting on a show for? Don't you think it's humiliating?" Instead of answering, I leaned over to grab my bag from beside the couch before taking out something I had prepared beforehand. With a smack, I tossed a stack of papers onto the coffee table. Their laughter abruptly ceased when they realized what the papers were. Two documents were at the very top—a divorce agreement and an agreement to revoke a property gift.

“Since when did you start caring for her so much, anyway?” “You filed for a divorce ninety-nine times. You said she disgusted you, that you felt suffocated.” she continued. “And now that she’s finally gone, why can't you just accept it?” She stared at me for a moment before her eyes widened. Lovie stumbled back, “Don’t tell me,” she raised her hand, pointing at me. “Don’t tell me that you’ve… you’ve actually fallen for her, haven’t you?” My throat tightened. She grabbed my collar, “Do you really love that cripple?”

William unrolled the paper, and was shocked by the contents. It was a divorce agreement. He thought he was seeing things and had to look a few times before he was sure. Rachel had signed her name at the bottom of the paper. She didn't want a single cent, and opted to leave the marriage without any alimony. William picked up another piece of paper in the box, with a few words written on it. [William, I can hear.] William's eyes widened; his fingers trembled, the paper falling out of his hand. It took a long time for him to recover from his shock.

Marshall said nothing. At nine twenty-seven the judge stamped the decree. “Divorce granted,” he said. “The marriage of Marshall Owen Vane and Cloe Anne Vane is hereby dissolved.” Cloe looked at the table in front of her. Nine years. Reduced to a sentence. Dissolved. As if it had simply been a substance held too long in the wrong container and had finally been allowed to disperse. She breathed. She was not sad. She was not triumphant. She was simply standing in the completed version of a thing that had been incompletely her life for nine years and she was feeling the specific quiet of completion without celebration.

Enzo asked softly, keeping his voice low so the children would not focus on our conversation. "No, it is just the final registration of my divorce with Cassian," I whispered back, looking straight ahead at the road as we pulled into the underground parking garage of the luxury apartment building. "I signed those papers six years ago, but he never officially registered them with the city court, so I am going to his office tomorrow morning to force him to put his final signature on the registry so I can be completely done with him forever."

Is this divorce happening or not? Upon hearing this, Northridge was infuriated but tried to appease Chloe. 'They might be taking pictures to commemorate after the divorce. Arabella and Reginald have both signed the divorce agreement; it's just the final procedure pending. You need to stay calm.' Hearing that Reginald had also signed the divorce agreement relieved Chloe's heavy heart. Having grown up with Reginald, they had a history of more than a decade in their relationship. She believed that as long as they were truly divorced, she could win him back.

She wandered in thoughts, thinking of possible ways out. Beep! Nita snapped out of reverie when her phone beeped. Upon unlocking the phone, she received a message. [I have signed the divorce papers. Let’s meet in an hour at the bar opposite my office.] *** An hour later. “Here you go, I have signed. I have my copy and you have yours.” “Good,” Nita answered Dennis coldly. Five-year marital union ended in less than a second. “I wish you the best in life.” “I would have said that to you too but I guess choosing her again is a sign that you have made the best decision in life.”

I gave a soft, bitter laugh and slowly slipped our documents back into my pocket. “This makes ninety-nine.” “What?” “This is the ninety-ninth time we’ve tried to get our marriage registered.” I turned toward the subway entrance. “And the ninety-ninth time you’ve left me hanging because of him.” I heard her heels stop on the pavement, then suddenly start running after me. “The first time, you bailed on our trip because he was on the night shift and scared of the dark. You took a red-eye flight just to be with him. “The second time, we were practically at the door of the courthouse. You heard he fainted from overwork and left me standing in the snow alone for an entire day.”

When 29 year old Elena get divorced by her cheating husband after being in a 9 year marriage -- with a kid and desperate for money - to survive, and a roof over their heads, she is forced to do crazy things - crazy things like fivesome with filthy wealthy man which has no interest in love or marriage but only to destroy her beyond her limits. The divorce papers were still on the kitchen counter, the ink barely dry. I stared at them while the fridge hummed its empty little song. One lonely yogurt, a half-empty carton of milk that smelled slightly off, and a box of off-brand cereal that my daughter had been eating dry for two days. The eviction notice was taped right next to the light switch —

"You're insane." But I had already gone insane 99 times. Now that the 100th time had passed, I didn't need to keep lying to myself anymore. Because hidden among the documents I handed her today was a divorce agreement. In 30 days, Tiffany and I would have nothing more to do with each other.