Angelina in shock when she received the divorce papers from brodie 😱

Angelina in shock when she received the divorce papers from brodie 😱 

The morning sun filtered weakly through the blinds of Angelina’s living room, casting pale stripes across the floor. She sat curled on the couch with a cup of coffee, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. It had been a rough few weeks—whispers of betrayal, tension at home, and her constant fear that things with Brodie were slipping through her fingers.

But she never expected the knock at the door that day.

When she opened it, a courier handed her a thick manila envelope. “For Angelina,” the man said flatly, then walked away.

Confused, she shut the door and carried it to the table. She tore it open—and froze.

Her heart dropped as she read the first words:

“Petition for Dissolution of Marriage.”

Her fingers trembled. Divorce papers.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed into the chair. Her coffee cup slipped from her hand, spilling across the table, but she didn’t even notice. All she could see was Brodie’s name at the top of the documents—his signature scrawled coldly at the bottom.

“No,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “This… this can’t be real.”

Tears blurred her vision as her mind spiraled back through their history. The late-night drives, the whispered promises, the fights that always ended with apologies and soft embraces. Brodie had been her anchor, her partner, the one she thought she’d grow old with.

And now… he wanted to end it.

The front door swung open suddenly—Brodie himself walked in, his expression grim. He stopped when he saw the open envelope on the table, the papers spread across it, and Angelina’s shattered face staring back at him.

“You… you did this?” Angelina’s voice broke into pieces.

Brodie’s jaw tightened. “Angelina, I didn’t want it to happen this way. But yes. I filed for divorce.”

Her chest heaved, the words ripping through her like knives. “Why? After everything we’ve been through, after every promise—why now?”

Brodie dropped his keys on the counter and rubbed his temples. “Because we’re breaking each other, Angelina. Every day, every fight, every silence—it’s killing us. I can’t live like this anymore, and neither can you.”

“No!” she screamed, slamming her fists against the table. “That’s not your choice! Marriage isn’t about giving up when it gets hard. You don’t get to walk away like this. You don’t get to—” Her voice cracked, collapsing into sobs.

Brodie’s face softened with pain, but his voice stayed steady. “I still care about you. I always will. But caring isn’t enough anymore. We’ve become poison to each other, and if we keep going, we’ll destroy not just us, but everything around us.”

Angelina shook her head violently, tears pouring down her face. “You’re lying. You don’t mean this. You still love me, Brodie—I know you do. Tell me this isn’t real. Please, just tell me this is a mistake.”

But Brodie didn’t answer. He just looked at her with sad, broken eyes—the kind of look that told her this wasn’t a fight she could win.

The silence was deafening.

Finally, Angelina shoved the papers off the table, the pages scattering across the floor like shattered glass. She dropped to her knees, clutching at them, as though gathering them back up could somehow undo what had just happened.

“Don’t do this to me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t throw us away.”

Brodie turned toward the door, his voice barely audible. “I’m sorry, Angelina. But it’s already done.”

And then he was gone, leaving her kneeling among the scattered divorce papers, her heart in ruins.

What Angelina did next—whether she fought for him, or let him go—would shock everyone.