The Divorce Prescription Novels & Stories

he said while curling up his lips. I immediately took over the documents and read it, it was a simple divorce paper and it didn't mention our company or alimony, it was written that Twinkle didn't ask for alimony and she simply wants a divorce from me and nothing else. I was stunned but Twinkle and her father were shocked to the point of frozen meanwhile, grandpa walked to her and said

I was Damian Valenti’s legal wife. But to the rest of New York, Sofia Bellini was the woman he planned to marry—and I was the pregnant mistress who refused to let him go. Damian said it was only for show. Sofia’s husband had died saving his life, and he had promised to protect her. She needed the wedding and the title of Donna. I already had what mattered: his love, his fortune, and our real marriage. At least, that was what Damian believed. He was so certain I would understand that he spent our seventh anniversary helping Sofia choose her wedding dress. He never noticed that I was in the fitting room beside them, wearing the dress he had once promised to see me in. As Sofia admired herself

Dad finished, straightening up with a single document in his hand, and he held it out towards me with an expression that was part sympathy and part resignation. "Here is the divorce certificate," Dad said, the words falling like stones into water, creating ripples that spread outward and disturbed everything they touched. "Your divorce has been finalized." I took the document from him with fingers that had started trembling without my permission, my hands developing a shake that made the paper vibrate slightly as I brought it closer to look at it. The document was official and formal, printed on heavy paper with an official seal and stamps and all the bureaucratic markers that indicated this

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

A stack of papers and when he went closer he saw it was divorce papers and it was signed, dated, notarized and legally binding. Celestine had signed them. She had left them there for him to find, like a message, like a goodbye, like a door slamming shut. He picked them up. Stared at her signature. Her handwriting was small and neat and steady. No shaking. No hesitation. She had signed her name like she was signing a receipt for a package and not just ending three years of marriage. He flipped to the last page. There was a note. Just a few lines, written in the same small neat handwriting.

How would I have predicted he’d be so averse to a divorce? A clean divorce was the only way I could be free of him. A divorce followed by a swift rejection was what I expected not – this – whatever it was. None of this. “Eat your food, stop playing around with it,” he said. I didn’t listen to him. Actually, I stopped hearing him. All my plans had come crashing down. It made the last six months seem like a joke. In all the plans I made with Aaron, there were several backup plans but none of them involved a situation like this.

I doubt the current smile on her face has fallen since the day she tossed my things out like roadside garbage. She wears cream today, the color of victory. Her lips curl faintly at the corners when she notices my gaze, as though she’s been waiting for this moment for years. Maybe she has. The lawyer clears his throat. “We’re here to finalize the divorce proceedings between Mr. Elijah Griffin and Mrs. Scarlett Griffin.” Mrs. The word lands heavy in my chest. Alice scoffs softly. “For now,” she mutters under her breath, not bothering to hide it. I say nothing.

“I was desperate and a mess when I got a medical result saying I could hardly make you pregnant, Clara. But after treatment, I’m cured now, and Calla is pregnant. Of course I’m not going to choose the child growing inside your womb over the baby Calla is carrying—my real heir.” “You are so cruel, Nick,” Clara whispered, her voice breaking completely. “So cruel.” “Sign the divorce papers now, Clara,” Nick said flatly, his patience gone. “I’m tired of your boring drama. You’re wasting my time.” Clara, clouded by pain and betrayal, slowly took the pen in trembling hands. Her vision blurred with tears as she signed the divorce papers, each stroke feeling heavier than the last, as if she were sig

Ethan's POV The divorce papers lay on my desk like an accusation. I hadn’t moved them. Couldn’t. They dominated the polished mahogany, a stark, white monument to my supposed liberation. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Lila Blackwell v. Ethan Blackwell. Her neat, final signature. That note. I'm finally giving you the divorce you badly wanted. Consider yourself free.

Alexander's voice dripped with defiance. "Your Honor. I love her." Roslyn's laughter was laced with sadness. "Love? You call cheating love? You call disrespecting me, love?" Judge Thompson raised his hand, silencing the tension. "Enough. Based on the evidence presented, I find grounds for divorce. Mr. and Mrs. Volter, your marriage is hereby dissolved." The gavel fell, finalizing the divorce. Judge Thompson continued, "Regarding compensation, Mrs. Volter, you're entitled to—"