Wattpad deleted the book so I'm uploading again and editing the ones from the past.
Fluff, Smut and everything else that pops into my head
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AN: This time around is going to be a little different. Since the story was report for porn, I'm going to add random shots of an ACTUAL story in here. I understand y'all came for the smut but just work with me here so I can continue to fill y'all hearts desires 😘
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Saint POV
I stand in front of the window, looking at the judicial clerk with boredom. This is the second time I've been up here to file this damn paperwork since these hoes don't know how to give proper instructions.
Bitch, I wanna be divorced already
I've been through hell and high water and I'm ready to put this shit to an end
I watch as the clerk looks through everything before stamping and signing
"Paperwork looks good. I will get this filed"
"So what happens next?"
"You'll get a summons in the mail that has to be served to the defendant. You can't do it but it can be anyone over the age of 18 or you can come back and pay for a sheriff to do it for you"
I just paid y'all asses $200 just to file this damn stack of papers and you want me to pay for y'all to serve another?
The judicial system is a fucking scam
I take a deep sigh and close my eyes. It only took two hops and a skip to get married but I gotta rake coals to get divorced
"No thank you"
"Then you're all set"
I nod my head to the clerk and weave around the people behind me. Pressing the button for the elevator, I decide to mentally log this as a win.
Many may say I'm stupid for giving up everything and letting my ex keep everything we've built but, I don't want anything that's attached to that narcissistic asshole.
We got together when I was 18, got married when I was 20 and are now getting divorced while I'm 25. All of my adulthood so far has been connected to him and I don't like that.
I want shit of my own. I want a life of my own and not someone consistently steering my dreams in the opposite direction for the sake of "us."
I want my freedom and I'm going to fucking get it
I step on the elevator and wait as it lowers to the first floor. Waving to the sheriffs in the lobby, I exit the building and get in my car.
Deep breaths
Frustratedly, I hit my head on the steering wheel as if I could bang the negative thoughts out. I just know this is going to be a shit show
