The 99th Divorce Novels & Stories

“Breaking news from the elite circle—Daniel Sterling is getting a divorce! “They were straight out of a novel. His ex-wife was a Langston University student. Their love was an intense push and pull, with him chasing while she tried to escape, only to find herself trapped. All because of their families disapproval. “Rumor has it that the infamous cancellation of Flight U8420 years ago was actually orchestrated by him, just to stop her from leaving! “And yet, now they’re divorced. Marrying above your station is like swallowing needles—crossing class boundaries never ends well.” The receptionist was so engrossed in the video that she didn’t notice me. So, I stood there and listened along for a

When he lifted his head, he noticed a sheet of letter paper on the table in the main hall. His eyes lit up. He rushed over and snatched it up. The familiar, graceful handwriting filled his vision. [Quentin, I'm gone. I submitted the divorce application ten days ago. It should be approved in a few days. I'm sorry I only told you now. Originally, I wanted to say goodbye properly on the day I left. But I overestimated myself. I'm writing this letter because I hope, for the sake of what we once were, you can help me with a few things.

I knew that Joenathan loved Zeeva, his fiancée who had been missing for the past two years. At the time, I agreed to Joenathan's contract marriage offer because I needed medical treatment for my mother. Of course, we didn't love each other. But over time, I came to love Joenathan, while Joenathan didn't. Now I couldn't believe he was actually throw the divorce papers to me so easily. What kind of heart he own? "Why are you doing this? No, Joe. You can't just sacrifice our marriage," I also answered firmly. Joenathan sighed, sounds annoyed at me.

He's spent twenty-six years of his life turning her into his human-robot, someone who would do anything he said. Anita glared at him, hate filled her eyes. “ I'm not perfect. Since you don't know, let me tell you. Mark and I divorced two years after our marriage. None of those kids are mine, I couldn't carry a child because my womb was damaged from the so-called body fit pills you forced me to take.” “ I've quit my job; I'm thinking of going into fashion because, in case you haven't f**king guessed, I'm a woman! Tomorrow, I'd be living in South Africa with a man I truly love.”

Some things, once broken, could never go back to the way they were. I started losing my temper at the drop of a hat, and I avoided Vittoria like the plague. She tried everything to get close to me again, including buying me gifts, and at one point even crying to me, claiming she was pregnant. I merely shot her a stone-cold look and told her to get a paternity test. She went pale and never brought it up again. Two months later, Vincenzo sent us both to the Westrov branch to negotiate with a new partner. I nearly turned it down, but one look from Vincenzo made it clear that wasn't an option.

Who is always there for YOU when you call but the favor is rarely if ever returned? My uncle Greg had been married and divorced four times. FOUR. His third marriage only lasted a few months and yet in their divorce gave his wife over a half million bucks, they didn’t even have kids! And yet with each divorce, my mom was going over to coddle him. Make him soup, watch tv with him or whatever the hell they did.

CHAPTER ONE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me It was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a

Even though we had married and divorced nine times like a game, I was still the ex-wife. The night grew quiet. The wind outside howled, as if carrying my words far away. After a long silence, Jake lifted his head, attempting an explanation. "Divorcing you… It was my fault. But I couldn't let Carla bear the shame of being involved with a married man." I took a few irritated steps back, unable—and unwilling—to understand. Carla couldn't bear the blame, so that meant I deserved to be divorced nine times?

The baby had already grown tiny hands and feet. But it still couldn't stay. That time, I completely broke down. I grabbed the divorce agreement from Gary's hand, signed my name across it, and threw it back at him. "I've had enough. Let's just get divorced!" My throat tightened as I shouted like a madman, my voice shaky and desperate. Gary looked at me in surprise. Then, he laughed. He reached out and slowly pulled me into his arms, his voice gentle. "Don't be silly. Back then, I proposed to you 99 times before you agreed to marry me. If we're going to divorce, we'll wait until we reach the 99th agreement. Otherwise, I'd be taking too big a loss."

At least this time, I want to die peacefully—no deep pain. “Queen, be honest. This is your protest because I want to make Luelle a Royal Concubine, right?” “No.” “Do not lie. Do you think I don’t know who you are?” Jermaine leaned back. A scoff escaped from his twisted laugh. But really, I’m not protesting or satirizing you, Jermaine. “You said it’s my baby, my blood, yet you want a divorce from me? Is that make sense?” “Well, I just wanted to be honest with you about the identity of this baby, and so are my wishes.” I took a short breath before continuing my plead. “I want a divorce from you, Jermaine.”