The Divorce Prescription Novels & Stories

Perez asked. “I’m Anna’s husband,” Bob replied. Dr. Perez glanced at me for permission. When I nodded, he motioned Bob to my bed. “I was just going over your wife’s diagnosis,” Dr. Perez explained. “I’ll just be a minute,” Bob said. He turned to me. “I want a divorce.” Dr. Perez narrowed his eyes at Bob and slammed his pen on his clipboard. “Excuse me, sir, but now is not the time for this. Your wife has just learned—”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” “There are other ways,” she continued gently. “I know a brilliant therapist, Dr. Whitaker –you remember Annabeth and Peterson McGuire? Their marriage was in ruins, but he helped them back together. They’re stronger than ever now. He has a ten-star review, and I can arrange –” My cutlery hit the plate with a sharp cling, and the sound made a few people from nearby tables turn to us. But I didn’t care. “I want this divorce, Mother,” I said firmly because there was no room for argument. “I will not change my mind.”

Ashton Smith checked his watch as he left the County Clerk's Office, the divorce papers still warm in his hand. "In two minutes, the pill will kick in. You'll lose every memory of loving me for the next three days. Once you pop the antidote, you won't remember a thing that happened while we were apart—no pain, no heartache. "This split? It's just a break. We'll get married again once the dust settles. You're the only one for me, Macie. Always."

These folks were now congregating to witness the fun at the tower's entrance. "You have no right to touch me! I'm the father-in-law of your president; do you think I'll ask him to fire each and every one of you? How terrible, tell Clarence Conrad for me, even though they re divorced, he should at least give us half the family property." "After three years of marriage, my daughter and her husband shared the same bed every night. When they divorced, how could he not offer a single penny? Does a man ought to act in that way?”

A monthly later, Azure was not impressed when Daniel showed up with prenuptial agreement papers for her to sign before the wedding. The documents had all her possessions listed in one page. The next four pages had all of Tresh’s possessions listed. The document clearly specified that she would leave with what she came in with in case of a divorce and all Tresg’s possessions will be divided between his and his foundations should he die. “You also think I’m in this for Tresh’s money?” she snapped at him. She was already irritated that they looked through her finances and possessions without her consent.

I paused and said in an icy mocking tone, "Let me tell you some good news. Philippa didn't have a miscarriage. That's because she was never once pregnant. Your child never existed right from the beginning." Jason looked up suddenly. His face drained of color, mixed with despair and rage. He opened his mouth but found no words. In the end, he signed the divorce papers in resignation. When I got up, he asked in a daze, "If Philippa wasn't in the picture…"

Maybe Marcus had finally decided to explain. My hands trembled as I opened it. My world stopped. The glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor. My body felt as though ice water had been poured through my veins. My eyes blurred as I read the words again and again, praying they would change. It wasn’t a love letter. It wasn’t an apology. It was a divorce letter. I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Tears streamed freely as I stumbled into the living room, fumbling through my bag for my phone. My hands shook so badly that I emptied everything onto the floor just to find it.

he said. Once the door closed behind him, I tore off the top page of the agreement, revealing the bolded words—"Divorce Agreement". If Ian had just been patient with me before answering Francesca's call, he would've discovered the truth. My hand trembled slightly as I held the divorce agreement. There was only one month left, just enough to erase the eight years I spent with him.

he stayed quiet for a moment, and I thought about hanging up until he said the one thing that stopped my heart, “What if I don't want a divorce?” I had to pull the phone away from my ears to make sure I was talking to Jacob Milan because there was no way that he would say something like that, not after everything that happened in our dead marriage; no, he can't be right” Jacob, I don't know what you have been smoking lately, but I want a divorce, and that's finally “I told him before hanging up the phone. And Lucia walks in with a bottle of red wine and two glasses, grabbing it from her. I pour myself a healthy pour because I still can't believe he would say something like that. How dare he

“I thought you didn’t care about—” “I thought about it, and it’s better she doesn’t find out about this argument at all.” She gave me a tight smile that made my heart sink. “After all, you’re the perfect stepfather figure for her. I’m sure you don’t want to ruin your image by telling her about our bad times. Our marriage’s still okay, we’re just going through a phase.” “A phase?” “All married couples go through that.” “Diane!” “Don’t fucking yell at me.” She snapped. “Like I said, keep all details of the argument to yourself. I’ll be leaving early for work tomorrow, so we might not see until—”