The Perfect Divorce Spoilers Mga Nobela at Kwento

perfect name will be tainted. Without thinking it through, Elsie blurted, Then you shouldn’t have divorced in the first place.

William unrolled the paper, and was shocked by the contents. It was a divorce agreement. He thought he was seeing things and had to look a few times before he was sure. Rachel had signed her name at the bottom of the paper. She didn't want a single cent, and opted to leave the marriage without any alimony. William picked up another piece of paper in the box, with a few words written on it. [William, I can hear.] William's eyes widened; his fingers trembled, the paper falling out of his hand. It took a long time for him to recover from his shock.

” He cooed, still holding me tight in grasp. "We can just divorce without all these.” I tried to reason with him but his eyes flashed. "Our parents would need a more valid reason to believe in our divorce.” He told me and I felt myself go weak. So this was it? His reason for wanting to ruin me completely. “The drink." He called out to Bianca who readily handed it in before grabbing my hands while Matteo force fed the drink to me, pressing my mouth open. I struggled and gurgled but he had his hand over my mouth till I had no other option than to swallow the drink.

Pete drew a long breath through his nose and brought his eyes back to Petra, his face settling now into undisguised, steady annoyance. "I've been wanting to divorce you for a long time!" Petra said, her voice landing hard and final, carrying every ounce of a decision that had clearly been made long before tonight. And she tossed the paper at him.

Her decision still shuffled me, her decision is a big question mark to me. “ No, Sir, I will say this is the cleanest divorce that I have ever seen,” he told me with a shake of his head, he looked more amused than anything. Yeah, to me, it's not about having the cleanest divorce, it's finding out what game is this woman playing. She went into so much trouble to have me marry her, and she wants a divorce now with no money. I'm not buying it. She's up to something, and I know I won't like whatever she is cooking, whatever she has up her sleeves, I need to be prepared for it. One thing I know for sure she is not going to catch me off guard again.

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.

I still can't find my voice to answer him I don't know what went wrong in our marriage "Why? So you can be with your mistress? You are finally chosing her over me". I sarcastically told him. That's the only reason I could think of why he's asking for divorce now. "I don't have a mistress! Sandra is not my mistress! And am not choosing anyone over you". he shouted back at me. "I'm so fed up with your continuous nagging and paranoia! I can't take this anymore, let's have a divorce. I'll prepare the papers first thing in the morning". Tears started to roll down my cheeks. My voice cracked when I finally spoke.

He's spent twenty-six years of his life turning her into his human-robot, someone who would do anything he said. Anita glared at him, hate filled her eyes. “ I'm not perfect. Since you don't know, let me tell you. Mark and I divorced two years after our marriage. None of those kids are mine, I couldn't carry a child because my womb was damaged from the so-called body fit pills you forced me to take.” “ I've quit my job; I'm thinking of going into fashion because, in case you haven't f**king guessed, I'm a woman! Tomorrow, I'd be living in South Africa with a man I truly love.”

"It's almost over, Elena. Just one more page." Elena's gaze remained fixed on the paper, her tears falling like silent accusations, each one a reminder of the shattered vows and broken dreams. As the papers were now signed and the divorce finalized, Mr. Johnson's expression turned sympathetic. He extended a hand, his voice soft."I wish you both the best." Elena's eyes welled up again, her voice barely audible."Thank you, Mr.Johnson." Mr.Johnson gathered his briefcase and papers. He cast a glance at Alan, and with a slight nod, he turned and walked towards the door, stepping out into the brighter, calmer hallway.

[Alice's POV] I ordered food in. I wasn't cooking for three in a kitchen with no table and one working burner. David didn't complain. He sat on the floor with Camilla in the living room while we waited, both of them looking at something on her tablet, her head leaning against his arm. I stood in the kitchen doorway and watched them for longer than I meant to. This was the thing no one told you about divorce. The moments that looked exactly like what you'd been trying to save and haven’t been able to.