The Divorce Prescription Novels & Stories

I looked down and continued indifferently, “Since we were never married, there’s no need to get a divorce. Let’s break up.” I hung up. The next second, there was a loud knock at my door.

“No, no… Take that part out! I’m not… I’m not having any kids...” I couldn’t even speak properly anymore. His assistants—both the male and female ones—were all chuckling. I panicked. “Dr. Reed, I’m not even married. I mean… no, I’m actually… getting a divorce. Ugh…not that either—I…” The more I tried to explain, the worse it got. What kind of cursed mess was this? How was I supposed to explain anything? Just then, a hand took the prescription from mine, followed by a soft chuckle.

I felt Don staring at me, but decided it'd be best to avoid his gaze. "Is there no way you could summarize whatever stuff's in here." I had to ask when I thought the boredom was going to end me. "Well," Mr Hames started, I actually thought he was going to tell me to read it myself or something, "it's mostly emphasizing on you not planning to get a divorce till two years. "If you attempt a divorce any time within that period, you'd pay the amount he gave you, which is $500000, in six folds. So you'd have to pay $3000000 to get a divorce."

It wouldn't be easy to quit after that. Then, a knock came from the door. Angelina hurried into the office. "Mr. Landon, Sylvia officially brought up divorce to Preston yesterday. I've gone ahead and found the divorce lawyer whom Sylvia hired. I used some small tricks and managed to obtain the divorce agreement that she drafted. Here, have a look." Angelina handed a copy of the divorce agreement to Landon. Jasper stood up and came round to look at it together with Landon. "Wow, Sylvia is asking for the lion's share. She's basically having Prepillon leave their marriage with nothing." Landon pressed his lips into a slight smile.

Jotham opened his beautiful green eyes and then checked his wristwatch, "thank goodness you are awake, Julie. It's been three days since you've passed and I've not left your side since." "Who cares? Like you didn't cause all these? Where's that man you were punching blue-black? Where's my husband?" "Dr. T had promised to divorce you. You need to sign the divorce papers, Julie." "You must be insane. Why will I divorce my husband?" "Cause I'm the only man who can have you." "Where's is he? I need to see him." "Only after you have agreed to sign his divorce papers." "No. Why are you ruining my happy life, Jotham. Go for your 'Mirabel." Why are you this obsessed with me when you had me in the pa

"Rowan." I handed him the divorce agreement I had prepared and said, "Sign this. Then, you can honor your mother however you wish." Rowan looked at the agreement in his hand and said sharply, "Daphne, I’ve been way too lenient with you, haven’t I?” Furious, he yelled, "Don't think you can trample all over me just because things didn’t go your way back then! If you really divorce me, you’ll be damaged goods that no one wants! How dare you think you’re so great!”

Draven's large hands rested on my hips possessively, his thumbs tracing lazy, distracting patterns against my bare skin that made it hard to concentrate. "I need you to do something for me," I said, my voice coming out stronger now, more confident and certain. "Something really important." "Anything. You know that. Just name it." I closed my eyes for a brief second, letting the full weight of this decision settle over me, letting it sink into my bones. This was it. This was the moment everything would change. "I need you to help me prepare divorce documents," I said firmly, the words feeling both terrifying and liberating on my tongue. "Official ones. I'm ready to divorce Rowan. I'm done."

Of course, she went for it. It didn't work. Then she overheard another solution: Find a donor. And just like that. It worked. Children had always been Brad's unfinished business. He'd been with other women before, but none of them had ever gotten pregnant. So when Vanessa told him she was expecting, he was over the moon. He even proposed the fake divorce immediately so he could marry her. She thought she'd won the lottery. She was floating on air. Vanessa's face was a mess of fear and denial.

Jay scolded. Finn turned around slowly and went upstairs. He took out the prepared divorce agreement from the folder. It was in fact more like a pure property transfer agreement rather than a divorce agreement. As there were no descriptions of any emotional entanglement in the divorce agreement, the reason for divorce was simply written as ‘Majeure’. Finn returned to the first floor with the divorce agreement. He then handed the divorce agreement to Jay. Jay’s white, slender fingers were trembling fiercely as he reached out to receive it.