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Isabella nodded in acknowledgment. Nathan stepped closer to Isabella, his presence immediately overwhelming, as he loomed over her, practically grinding his teeth as he spoke: "Isabella, to get a divorce, you really will stop at nothing. Fine. I'll grant your wish! But let me make myself clear—since you begged for this divorce, once it’s done, you and I will have nothing to do with each other." Isabella’s dark eyes seemed to light up with countless stars. "Nathan, don’t worry. After the divorce, you and I will have—nothing to do with each other, ever again."

In the middle of the night, the villa area of the city of Los Angeles, California, was brightly lit. The Christmas trees in front of every house made the neighborhood look much cozier. A bit of white snow drifted slowly down from the air. The entire area was as beautiful as a painting, except for the Steel family villa, which was incompatible with this scene. It was a little hard to see Astrid’s face clearly; she could only see the piece of paper in front of her, the words that read DIVORCE AGREEMENT stabbing into her beautiful green eyes.

Renric The moment I pull the documents out, my chest tightens. My eyes scan the first page once, the words blurring slightly despite how clear they are. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage! For a second, I genuinely think I read it wrong. But no, it's what's right before me. Theresa is petitioning for a divorce. My fingers tighten around the papers as I try to understand why. Was she not the same person who was asking for forgiveness when I had called her?

The air was thick with the smell of coffee that I had brewed to steady my nerves, but even the strong aroma could not drown out the anxiety swirling in my chest. I picked up the first page and began to read. Every word felt like a knife, cutting through the memories of the life I had tried to build with Alex. The legal jargon was cold and impersonal, stripping away any pretense of the relationship we had once shared. The terms were clear, the none division of assets, the dissolution of our marriage, the conditions of our separation — all meticulously laid out, leaving no room for ambiguity. It was the final step in severing the ties that had bound us, and I knew that once I signed these pape

“I am not going to accept that, Fanny Luis, “I said, calling him by his name and I could see the wave of surprises that stood on their faces and the way they widened their gaze at me. “Yes, Fanny had warned me severally never to call him father in-law again and right about now I was the happiest person on earth to obey that order. “I continued to speak with boldness, “Like the barrister said, the divorce has lingered because I kept rejecting it but since you people want to take my life with an explosive , and I can’t leave this villa without signing the divorce paper, I have decided to sign it now and leave for good.” “And my father says it is not going to be possible,” Opula yelled at me

I just looked at Caleb. "Please print another copy. This divorce is happening today."

No wonder Corbin simply couldn't forget about her. "You're not breaking up anything. Everything here should've belonged to you anyway." Corbin snatched the papers from me and threw them onto the table. "Are you done, Skylar? Ingrid has always been so busy at work, and it's not often she gets to come back to Novington like now! Why must you make things so awkward for her as soon as you meet?" I was calm as I answered, "I'm not. I just want to divorce you, as you wished. That way, you both can get together."

"I have an announcement." Damien frowned. "Elena, what are you—" "These are divorce papers." I held them up. Gasps rippled through the crowd. "I'm filing for divorce on the grounds of adultery, fraud, and—" I locked eyes with Sienna, watching her face drain of color. "Conspiracy." "Elena, you're not thinking clearly—" Damien reached for me.

My heart was breaking as I signed my signature with trembling hands. "I, Victory Jenkins, acknowledge that I have read, understand, and voluntarily accept the terms of the Divorce Agreement with Logan Winston, dated [20/03/2020].”

He withdrew a folded envelope and held it out toward her without ceremony, the way he handed things to people he employed. Nora crossed the room and took it with sweaty and shaky hands. Her fingers were not entirely steady. "What is this?" she asked. "Open it." She did. The words assembled themselves slowly, as though her mind was refusing to process them at the speed they deserved. Legal language, formal and bloodless. Her name. His name. Terms of dissolution. Her eyes moved up to his face. "You're divorcing me." She stammered, feeling faint.