Sam threw the pen down after signing his name for the last time.
"There! We are no longer married, I never want to see you or your bastard child again." he said, turning away from his now ex-wife.
"Thank god, because I never want to see you either! How dare you call Jenny a bastard. She's not your daughter and never will be. I hope you rot in hell!" Quinn retorted and stormed off, dragging a wide eyed blonde girl behind her.
"Mr. Evans, that will be all thank-you. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day." The lawyer said, packing up the papers and following Quinn out.
Sam and Quinn had been married for five years, having married three weeks after graduating high school. Quinn's daughter, Isabella, had been four years old and even though she was not biologically Sam's daughter, Sam had thought of her as his. Over the past year, though, Quinn and Sam had been arguing a lot and had eventually decided to get a divorce. The process had been long and their arguments had gotten worse throughout the time.
Sam left the court and headed to his car. He needed coffee. He drove to his favourite cafe and sat in the car for a moment, thinking over everything that had happened.
Sighing, Brittany packed up her desk for the day. It had been another long day, her most recent case being another divorce. The wife had found the husband cheating on her and was now wanting all sorts of things from him.
"Hey, Marley, can you file these for me, I really need to get out of here as soon as possible." Brittany asked her assistant who was sitting at her desk just outside the door.
"Sure. I hope we never see those two again. She was such a drama queen and he just let her walk all over him!" she exclaimed, taking the papers Brittany was holding out.
"Yeah. I can't believe how many guys do that." Brittany laughed.
"At least you didn't walk all over Finn when you divorced him." Marley joked and immediately clapped her hand over her mouth.
"Oh, god. I'm so sorry. I completely forgot." she said all in a rush. Brittany smiled sadly.
"That's okay. I'm over him now. I'm just grateful I don't have anything to do with the abusive asshole anymore. Thanks to you and Santana, I managed to not end up like one of his previous girlfriends."
"Yeah. Oh well, have a good evening. I'll see you tomorrow." Marley disappeared to file away the papers. Brittany finished packing up and left her office, locking the door behind her.
She was twenty-three and had been married to a guy she met at a function for six months. She had thought it was a love-at-first-sight thing with him and so had rushed into the marriage. Her two friends, Marley and Santana had seen him with another girl one day and had decided to follow him around a bit. They had then discovered that he had a history of violence and had been reported for bashing and raping past wives or girlfriends. They had told Brittany and Brittany had quickly divorced him, fear for her safety high.
She drove to her favourite cafe, just down the road from the law firm and went in deciding to relax there for a little while.