The Divorce Prescription Novels & Stories

Perhaps his mistress had given him quite an earful, because he was a wretched and miserable sight. He presented me with a divorce application form, while making a plaintive appeal. “Rachel, let’s get a divorce. The doctor’s prognosis is… it’s bad. You have to get away from all this, while you still can. I’ve already divvied up our shared holdings. You’ll get half of everything. I’ll need my share for the medical fees—it probably won’t be enough, though. I just… I don’t know how much time this will buy me…”

Chapter 40 I never imagined that getting even may taste this delicious. Sitting across from my attorney, I gently arranged the stack of documents on the desk, running my fingers over the top embossed writing. Petition for Divorce: At last it was taking place. Years of shaping me into the ideal, compliant wife—a woman who would grin for the cameras, stand at his side, and never challenge his behavior—had gone towards But tonight I was shredding everything.

Atticus affirmed, “I’m here because I need your help with something.” “How can I assist you, Mr. Atticus? If I can, I’ll give it my all.” He looked as if he were grappling with his thoughts, trying to find the right words. Then he said two words that shocked me. “Divorce!” I was stunned for a good while. “Mr. Atticus, are you joking? I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. It’s not easy to dissolve one marriage. I can’t involve myself in just anything. Besides, you’re well aware of how your sister-in-law feels about me. I...”

"I'll hand you the divorce agreement in a short while, so you'd better clear out and make room for Patrick as soon as possible, Henry." She handed me the divorce agreement ten minutes later. She tapped them and said, "It was drawn up the day I got married—you certainly didn't let it go to waste, Henry." I suppressed that ill-timed sorrow in the depths of my heart and carefully signed my name on the agreement. Jasmine leaned on Patrick and walked away, glancing at me with her usual indifference just before leaving. "I hope you hold out longer this time and don't come begging me again, Henry."

Then he slid a brown envelope across the desk toward me. My eyes dropped to it and my stomach turned to nuts The words on the front were like nails in my chest. Breathing suddenly felt like something I had to remember how to do. Still, I kept my face calm. “I want a divorce, Aria,” he said. And just like that, everything inside me broke further….quietly. “What?” I asked, even though I’d heard him clearly the first time. “I want a divorce,” he repeated, like he was twisting the knife a little deeper.

The only person who visited him during that time was Damon, who brought two documents with him: the divorce agreement Ryland had signed and the finalized property settlement. He handed both to Ryland, who was alone, completing his discharge paperwork. "Mr. Webster, the waiting period has ended. As of today, you and Ms. Cameron are officially divorced." Looking at his own signature on the divorce papers, Ryland thought back to a month earlier. Back then, he'd watched eagerly as I signed my name. Now all that remained was despair. He laughed at himself for believing he could have everything he wanted. He laughed at his own selfishness and the reckless way he'd pushed himself into a dead end.

He stood up slowly, his face returning to the past cold and distant demeanor. He took out a small green booklet from his bag and tossed it onto me, saying, "No need to go through the trouble. This is what you've been yearning for." I was momentarily stunned, holding it in my hands. On the deep green cover, the words "Divorce Document" shone uncomfortably in the sunlight, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Jaclyn Dills was indeed that kind of person; when it came to divorce, he could handle it without my involvement. I suddenly looked up, "Perry."

“Sign this.” “What’s this?” I asked, reaching for it slowly. “Divorce papers,” he said flatly. My heart dropped. I instinctively stepped back from the document, shaking my head in disbelief. Divorce? He had to be joking. We’ve been together for years. Sure, I’ve thought about walking away before, but I never did. Now he’s the one bringing up divorce? I forced a shaky smile, trying to stay composed. “What is this, really?” “I said I want a divorce. Sign it.”

DIVORCE ON SURPRISE IVY'S POV "I want a divorce." Rowan’s voice echoes through the sitting room as he throws what look like divorce papers onto the desk in front of me. Tonight is supposed to be our third anniversary, and I’ve prepared all his favorite dishes—only for him to come home and shatter my world with these documents.

"Mr. Northridge, you've misunderstood. I'm not here to chat with Grandma today. I've come to persuade her to agree to the divorce. She's been kind to me, and I want to bid her a proper farewell." Northridge scrutinized her for a few seconds, his expression a mix of emotions. "The prenuptial agreement safeguards Reginald's pre-marital and marital assets, so you have no claim to those assets. As for compensation, a hundred million suddenly appeared in your account a few months back; I assume it was his favor?" Arabella nodded. "Yes." Northridge opened his briefcase and produced a stack of documents, handing them to Arabella. "My lawyer has prepared the divorce agreement. Review it, and if ther