🚨 Breaking : Larry Sent the Divorce Papers to Bethany – What Happened Next Shocked Everyone”😱 Full Story Below👇
🚨 Breaking : Larry Sent the Divorce Papers to Bethany – What Happened Next Shocked Everyone”😱
A cozy but tense kitchen in a suburban home. Morning sunlight filters through the curtains. Coffee is brewing. Bethany sits at the table, holding a manila envelope with shaky hands. Her best friend, Monica, has just arrived after an urgent text.
Bethany: (voice trembling) He sent the papers, Monica. They're real. Signed and everything.
Monica: (grabs the envelope and skims through it) Oh my God… Bethany, he actually went through with it? I thought you said things were getting better?
Bethany: So did I! We had dinner two nights ago. He brought home flowers. He even kissed me on the forehead before bed. I swear he smiled.
Monica: This doesn't make sense. There’s no way a man does that and then lawyers up the next day. Something’s off.
Bethany: (bitter laugh) You know what the kicker is? He texted me right after the courier left. “Hope you understand. It’s for the best.”
Monica: A text? What is he, a robot?! This man shared ten years of his life with you, Beth. A dog, a mortgage, two Christmases in Vermont—he can’t even call?
Bethany: (quietly) I don’t understand. I know we weren’t perfect, but we were trying. Or I thought we were.
Monica: Did anything happen last week? A fight? A strange call?
Bethany: Nothing. No yelling. No cheating. No accusations. We had dinner with his sister, he laughed at my lame jokes like always… and then this.
Monica: (leans closer) Then something’s not right. People don’t just drop out of a marriage like this unless something’s going on behind the scenes.
Bethany: (voice breaking) He said he needed space a month ago. I gave him space. I didn’t nag. I didn’t beg. I backed off like he asked. Was that a test?
Monica: Or a setup.
(There’s a knock at the door. Bethany jumps.)
Bethany: That better not be him.
Monica: You want me to get it?
Bethany: No… I’ll do it.
(Bethany opens the door. Standing there is Larry, looking surprisingly… panicked. Not cold. Not distant. He’s breathing hard, like he ran.)
Larry: Bethany. I—God. You got the papers?
Bethany: Got them? What do you think this is, a subscription box? Yes, Larry, I got the divorce papers. What do you want?
Larry: Don’t sign them. Please. I made a mistake.
Monica: (from inside) You THINK?
Bethany: (icy) A mistake? Was the mistake sending them, or the last ten years?
Larry: I didn’t want a divorce. I… was pressured.
Bethany: Pressured? By who?
Larry: My dad. And—my lawyer. They convinced me this was the “cleanest” way out. I thought I was doing the right thing. That maybe you’d be happier—
Bethany: You don’t get to make that choice for me. You don’t get to break us because someone else told you to.
Larry: I know. I know. But yesterday, I went to the old café where we had our first date, and I sat there like an idiot, just missing you. Missing us. And I realized... I don’t want this. I don’t want to end it like this.
Bethany: Then why did you send them in the first place?
Larry: Because I’m a coward. And I thought leaving before things got worse would hurt less than staying and fighting for something I thought I already broke.
Bethany: (eyes watering) You did break it. But not because of us. Because you gave up alone. Without even talking to me.
(Long pause. Larry’s face crumples. Monica steps back, giving them space.)
Larry: I want to fix it. I don’t expect you to take me back just like that. But please… can we talk? Not as husband and wife. Just… two people who once believed in each other?
(Bethany looks down at the papers, then back at Larry. Her face is unreadable.)
Bethany: Fine. One coffee. No promises.
Monica: (quietly, to herself) Damn. That did shock everyone.
Bethany: (softly) You said someone pressured you… Your father and your lawyer?
Larry: (nods) Yeah. After Mom died, he’s been… different. Cold. Controlling. He said if I didn’t "clean up" my life, I’d regret it. That includes our marriage.
Bethany: But why now? After all these years?
Larry: That’s the part I haven’t figured out yet. He kept hinting at something—like I was about to be “dragged down” with you. Like you were the problem. Which is insane.
Monica: (cuts in) What the hell does that mean? “Dragged down”? Are they planning something?
Larry: (looks hesitant) There’s more. My father offered me a position in the company board. Big money, big title. But only if I… handled my “domestic affairs.”
Bethany: So this was about money?
Larry: I thought it was. At first. But it’s deeper than that. He kept saying things like “once it’s finalized, we’ll be in the clear.” Like… something bad would stop if I ended things with you.
Bethany: (quietly) What does he know that I don’t?
Larry: I have no idea.
Monica: (walks closer, lowers voice) Beth… remember that call you got two weeks ago? The one with the blocked number?
Bethany: (freezes) Yeah. They didn’t say anything. Just… breathing. And then they hung up.
Monica: You didn’t think that was weird?
Bethany: I did. But I thought it was just a scam. Or… someone dialing wrong.
Larry: (looks between them) Wait—there’s something else.
Bethany: What?
Larry: The day before I sent the papers… I got an envelope on my windshield. No return address. No note. Just… photos.
Bethany: (heart pounding) Of what?
Larry: You. Leaving the clinic downtown.
Bethany: What? I haven’t even told you I went there.
Larry: Exactly.
Bethany: (visibly shaken) That clinic is a private place, Larry. I wasn’t even there for anything major. Just… tests.
Monica: Someone’s watching you.
Larry: And they’re trying to scare me. To push me away from you. But I don’t know why.
(Silence. Then Bethany stands, walks to a drawer, and pulls something out—a second manila envelope, unopened.)
Bethany: This came the same day the divorce papers did. No sender. Just my name on it. I was too angry to open it.
Monica: Open it now.
(Bethany slowly opens the envelope. Inside are several photos… Her, talking to a man in a suit. The date stamped on the photo is from four months ago. Her face goes pale.)
Larry: Who is that?
Bethany: (whispers) That’s… that’s Dr. Callen. My old advisor from before I met you. I hadn’t seen him in years.
Monica: And what were you meeting him about?
Bethany: (reluctant) He was helping me recover some records. From before the marriage. Stuff I buried.
Larry: Why?
Bethany: Because I didn’t want you to find them. Not yet.
Larry: Beth… what records?
Bethany: (looks directly into Larry’s eyes) I had a life before you. And someone from that life… is trying to destroy us.
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