Novel & Cerita The Divorce Prescription

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

I said calmly. His head jerked up to look at me with disbelief. "No! I won't agree to it. I don't want a divorce!" "It's not your choice to make." I gave him the divorce papers I had prepared. "I've already signed them. We'll each get half of our assets. I'll get the house, and you can have the car. The company has always been yours, even before we were married, so you can have it back." Chuck looked incredibly upset while starting at the divorce papers, and he shook his head vigorously. "No, you can't do this to me, Willow. You had a part in building our company too! We can't get divorced!"

He shakes his head “I do have to. And I will.” I swallow hard. It’s too much. His concern, the way he’s looking at me right now—like I matter, like I’m still his wife in more than just name. But I’m not. He’s divorcing me. He loves another woman. So why is he doing this? Carlos gestures toward the nightstand. “Did you take the rest of the meds the doctor prescribed the other time? It could be the same sicnkess” Panic spikes through me “I—”

Rule 3: Both parties present as a loving couple in front of Grandpa Damon and anyone else necessary but are not required to share a bedroom. Rule 4: Melani must accompany Luca to all social functions… She looked up, meeting his eyes while biting a manicured bright red nail. “Well, I do have my own conditions too,” “Hit me. I’m all ears,” "Ahem..” she cleared her throat. “Either of us can file for divorce with no questions asked after the one year duration stated in the contract. My children remain my top priority - their needs and happiness come before all else." Luca considered briefly. "Those terms seem more than fair. Do we have an agreement?"

Avery watched with anticipation as he wrote out the check. " Get enrolled into prenatal. Use the remaining money to take care of yourself. My home is open if you want to move in." He handed her the check. She collected the check before he could reconsider. She almost danced with happiness. " Of course, I'll move in today." " Suit yourself." When Avery left, Gavin stood by the window with a dismal look on his face. Maybe this would make Sydney accept the divorce. He wondered why she didn't want to divorce him despite being in love with another man.

His hand dragged across his face, pressing briefly against his mouth before falling away. Sophie watched him pace, her gaze following every movement. “How did she even get the divorce papers?” she asked. Matthew stopped again. His shoulders lifted slightly with his inhale before lowering again. “It was Isabella’s idea,” he said. Sophie’s brows lifted faintly. “Of course it was.” Matthew ignored the tone. “She said that if I truly love her and want to be with her, I should get the papers ready,” he continued, his voice controlled, almost too controlled. “So that all that would be left is Ava’s signature.”

“As a doctor, I’m supposed to stay out of your personal matters, but as a man, I can tell you—he loves you. He still loves you very much. Why go through with a divorce when there’s still love between you?” “Doctor, this isn’t about—” “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m just telling you what I see,” the doctor interrupted, handing her a slip of paper. “Here’s the prescription. He can either stay in the hospital or rest at home. You two decide and let me know so I can prescribe the necessary medication.” “…Alright.” The doctor left, and Emily glanced into the room. Satan was asleep, likely after being given a sedative. She went downstairs to pick up the medication, and when she retu

Not even the pretense of concern. Just divorce papers.

"You're right. I truly didn't want to divorce you before, but now I've come to see things differently. I don't want to be tied down by love and emotions anymore. Instead, I want to live freely and on my own terms." Brice suddenly cursed under his breath, calling her crazy. Then, as if convinced "I" would regret it, he snapped, "Fine, divorce it is! But you'd better not regret it when the time comes! Don't come crying and begging me to come back." "Don't worry. I won't." Brice signed the divorce papers decisively. Then, he flung the pen violently to the floor and left the office without even touching the food.

Naomi's signature was scrawled across it, as if it had drained her of the very last of her strength. I didn't accept it. "Celestial Group is a thing of the past, Mr. Prescott," I replied. "Naomi and I have already divorced." I placed the signed divorce agreement on the table. "Please pass this on to her. I've hired the best lawyer for her. Consider it… the last thing I can do for her." Staring at the divorce agreement, tears spilled out of his clouded eyes and trickled down his cheeks. He nodded and forced out, "Alright… I will… Naomi didn't deserve you…"