离婚申请 Novel English Novels & Stories

We took a number and waited in plastic chairs, surrounded by other people ending their marriages. "Next," the clerk called. I approached the window with shaking hands. Rosa stood behind me, solid and unwavering. "I need to file for divorce." The clerk handed me forms. So many forms. I filled them out with Sarah's help, my handwriting barely legible. Petitioner: Elena Maria Rodriguez Respondent: Alexander James Blackwood Grounds: Irreconcilable differences I couldn't bring myself to write the word "abuse" on the official form. Not yet. Jessica had advised keeping it simple for now.

It felt as though the past was nothing more than a distant dream. Noelle followed the man to the counter and completed all the necessary paperwork. After finishing up, she received a call from Yvette, so she stepped aside to take the call. Yvette said she was interested in taking the graduate school entrance exam too and wanted to know about the application process, so Noelle patiently walked her through the steps. After ending the call, she turned around and found Quentin holding out the divorce certificate. "Here you go." Noelle looked at the divorce certificate in her hand, then at his, and thought, "It only took ten minutes to end three years of a loveless marriage."

Claire pulling out a thick, brown manila envelope. She threw it on the coffee table. "The solution to your rough patch," she had said. Raphael’s breath hitched in his throat. He remembered opening the envelope. He remembered seeing the words Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. "I'm divorcing you because I'm lonely," Claire’s voice echoed clearly in his mind. "My lawyers will contact yours." He remembered his own panic. He remembered yelling at her not to leave. He remembered her walking out the door with a suitcase.

With a broken heart, a weakened eyeballs that were tired of crying, and my weak soul I look up to him "Congratulations Nickolas Michealson you have succeeded in breaking down my walls, from today I'm giving you the freedom you have always wanted, you can have the traitor you love so much, I strip myself off every legal right you and I have over each other" I pulled off my wedding ring "Here…." I showed him the ring and threw it away in the rain "I Ava Della Sanchez, Divorce you Nickolas Michealson as my lawfully wedded husband, I give you the freedom you've wanted so much. Sorry for bothering your life, and sorry for ever loving you, I will sign the divorce papers and send it back to you"

Samuel isn't gonna do it. I immediately take my phone and call him. He doesn't pick up. "Dammit, Samuel!" I grunt and type a message. "You know what you have won. I'm going to tell everyone!" I press the send button and take a moment to prepare myself. Just before I could step out of my room, his reply came. That was fast. I immediately open the message. "No. It's not a good idea anymore", his reply says. "I will marry you. Fuck! They never looked so happy. Let's get married"

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.

"I'll hand you the divorce agreement in a short while, so you'd better clear out and make room for Patrick as soon as possible, Henry." She handed me the divorce agreement ten minutes later. She tapped them and said, "It was drawn up the day I got married—you certainly didn't let it go to waste, Henry." I suppressed that ill-timed sorrow in the depths of my heart and carefully signed my name on the agreement. Jasmine leaned on Patrick and walked away, glancing at me with her usual indifference just before leaving. "I hope you hold out longer this time and don't come begging me again, Henry."

Judge Magnus instructed, his voice firm and authoritative causing everyone to take their seats again in a sign of respect to the Judge. Mr. Dawson stood up, adjusting his glasses before reading from a document in his hand. “I, Clay Jamison Dawson, representative sheriff of Starlyn Colony, now read that Lady-Luna Millicen Jonquilla Starlyn wishes to divorce Lord-Alpha Luis Starlyn.” Mr. Dawson said as he finished the divorce declaration. The formal declaration hung in the air, the weight of the words settling over everyone in the room. I felt relief and anxiety, knowing that the official proceedings had begun.

He stood up slowly, his face returning to the past cold and distant demeanor. He took out a small green booklet from his bag and tossed it onto me, saying, "No need to go through the trouble. This is what you've been yearning for." I was momentarily stunned, holding it in my hands. On the deep green cover, the words "Divorce Document" shone uncomfortably in the sunlight, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Jaclyn Dills was indeed that kind of person; when it came to divorce, he could handle it without my involvement. I suddenly looked up, "Perry."

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."