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I hastily protected my stomach, looking at him in disbelief with a frown. “We did it only once…” “Forgetting things? What do you mean once?” I touched my head. The only thing I want to do now was to get out and leave this place. Being with him for far long is making my skin crawl, causing my mind to divulge what we did last night – passionate and fiery. I stood up, biting my lower lip. “Let’s divorce, Sir Daniel Manzo.” “Wife, where are you off to? Your husband is here.”

I should have known I would get drugged after accepting a drink from them. “You brought the divorce papers out and told me you wanted divorce yesterday. You said you wanted to make kids with me, and while you were doing that, Mrs. Helen walked in on us, and…” she trailed off as tears brimmed in my eyes. “She got angry, snatched the divorce papers and left. I have no idea what happened afterward. I’m so sorry, it’s my fault your marriage got ruined.” “It’s not your fault,” My mother spoke up, holding her hand. “You were just a victim.”

“That’s right. I want to be clear—I don’t need anything from him. Not his name, not his money, and certainly not his pity. I’m walking away from this marriage as the woman I should have been all along. He underestimated me, Katrina. He thought I’d be content being a name on paper. Well, he’s about to see that I’m worth far more than that.” Katrina still looked skeptical. “You don’t think he’ll be surprised by the check?” “Oh, he’ll be surprised, alright. And I want to deliver it myself. I want to see the look on his face when he realizes I’ve been playing a far bigger game than he ever thought.” Katrina let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You really are a force of nature, Sophia. I’ll m

“If we are following Brandon’s game, we need to be perfect, in every way. Living with another man while your divorce is happening? It looks bad, Bianca. It looks bad to a judge. It looks bad in a courtroom. It looks bad to anyone watching.” I fall back into my chair, letting out a breath I feel I have been holding all day. “One hour ago, I believed we were going to have a polite discussion. Now we are here, planning a war.” Maya looks at me, and I see a touch of pity in her expression. “Polite?” She shakes her head. “Bianca, this is divorce. Being polite is a thing of the past.” A harsh, bitter sound comes from my lips, more raw than I intended. It is the first real feeling I have let myself

I felt my chest constrict, as she had just lied and I now realized exactly what she was trying to d with all of this. “And the marriage?” the interviewer asked. “There are claims it was fabricated.” “Our marriage was legitimate,” Seraphina replied. “Legal in every sense.” I took an involuntary step closer to the screen. “And it has now ended.” Time fractured as she said this. I watched as she reached down, briefly out of frame, and when her hand returned, she was holding papers up to the screen. Divorce papers. The room seemed to recede, sound draining away until all I could hear was my own breathing which was too loud and definitely too fast. My mind lagged several seconds behind what my ey

That was the day that I couldn't forget no matter how hard I tried. This time I couldn't stop the tears from wetting my face. I hate that I was feeling this way and I hated it more to know that I was wrong about everything. “These papers weren't registered. You only read the first paragraph but you didn't bother to read the rest of it. This divorce agreement was between Avery Gillory and Scott Brandon. But only you and I know that Gillory wasn't the last name you told us. You told us all that you were Avery Miller back then”

"I was asking myself why you had to drink so much. Yes." "I'm not a drunk. I caught my in bed with my husband." I paused, replayed what I had said in my head and giggled. "Damn! I guess I'm more drunk than I thought." "Yeah, but I understood you. He cheated?" I nodded. "He did, with my stepsister. He threw me out of the house and... divorced me." "Why did-" he began. He took the glass of alcohol; I wasn't aware that I was raised to my lips, away from me. In doing so, he leaned real close, and I got a noseful of his perfume, something woodsy and fresh.

"You're not ready to know that mom. You're sick and I don't think—" "I'm okay. I'm very fine and the doctor has confirmed that as well. I want to know so please don't hold back on me. Tell me everything that I need to know." She insisted and I had no choice but to spill the beans. "Clinton and I are divorced." I broke down the news to her and her brows knitted together. She must have been shocked. Yes, everyone was shocked at first because he had protrayed himself to be the perfect husband when in reality, he was far from that.

her mother asked. “Bruce and I are getting a divorce, Mom.” Finally, Sharon answered, holding her breath. “You’re getting a divorce?” her mother exclaimed in shock. But Sharon nodded, confirming that what she said was true. “But why, Sharon? Weren’t you deeply in love with each other? Your marriage has only lasted four months. Why suddenly say that you want a divorce? There must be something that caused all of this.” “Bruce’s parents want me to divorce him. They forced me to sign the divorce document. And Bruce doesn’t know,” Sharon explained.

“If you can hear me… you must be shocked. On All Souls’ Day, I was still telling you how good he was to me. I said he was the perfect husband… your perfect son-in-law.” A bitter smile touched my lips. “I sounded so sure. So happy. But now… everything has fallen apart.” I lowered my gaze. “Does it sound ridiculous? Because it does to me.” My fingers curled against my knees. “Ever since he mentioned divorce, I haven’t been able to think clearly. I keep asking myself… how did we end up here? How did love disappear so suddenly?” If someone had told me back then that I would divorce Alexander in just a few months… I would have laughed.