Prenup Quotes

Disagreements over money are the biggest cause of divorce." She waved her hand. "Absolutely no problem. Your money is our money. My money is my money." She wrote away. "I should make you negotiate with Phoebe.

...And no prenup. Prenups are for people who plan on getting a divorce. I have so much, Bernie. But I've never had anyone to share it with. From now on, what's mine is yours

It doesn’t occur to me until this very moment that this is what real love is about—wanting what’s best for the other person. Wanting their happiness above your own because you love them.

Wait a minute.” Daddy sounded amused. “What do you mean ‘we’? I thought this was my treasure.” “Technically, I don’t think that’s possible anymore.” Mommy sounded smug. “We’re mated, married, and as I just realized the other day, we have no prenup.

...the novel had reached its apogee with the marriage plot and had never recovered from its disappearance. In the days when success in life had depended on marriage, and marriage had depended on money, novelists had had a subject to write about. The great epics sang of war, the novel of marriage. Sexual equality, good for women, had been bad for the novel. And divorce had undone it completely. What would it matter whom Emma married if she could file for separation later? How would Isabel Archer’s marriage to Gilbert Osmond have been affected by the existence of a prenup? As far as Saunders was concerned, marriage didn’t mean much anymore, and neither did the novel. Where could you find the marriage plot nowadays? You couldn’t. You had to read historical fiction. You had to read non-Western novels involving traditional societies. Afghani novels, Indian novels. You had to go, literarily speaking, back in time.

I could only imagine the prenup I'd have to sign: In the event of a divorce, Mrs. Scaife- Elwood will receive eleventy- bajillion dollars and Mr. Elwood will continue to blame himself for the dissolution of the marriage and the ruining of Mrs. Scaife- Elwood's life, in perpetuity, even though it's probably not his fault.

Who are you?' Andre demanded when I refused an ice-cream cone a few weeks later. 'The woman I fell in love with never said no to ice cream.' 'The woman you fell in love with could also stand to lose a few pounds.' 'Are you kidding? My prenup is going to have a weight minimum. You lose a pound, I dock you.' Yup, this one was worth fighting for.

Investing in a prenup is like buying life insurance, you buy it with the hope that you will never benefit from it.

On New Year’s Eve of 1976, Trump proposed to Ivana, later presenting her with a three-carat Tiffany diamond ring. But before there could be a wedding, less than a year after they met, there was the prenup—ultimately, as many as four or five contracts. The negotiations between Trump and Ivana—Roy Cohn urged Donald to begin married life with codified financial arrangements—followed a pattern that came to define Trumpism: boasts of wealth and influence, a highly public airing of grievances, and dramatic battles staged in gossip columns and courtrooms. The marriage would start—and later explode—to the accompaniment of lawyers.

Escapists have no right to love, lovers have no need for escape.

Marriage is a contract unlike any other contract in life. You marry for love. But your signature on the marriage certificate is all about rights, duties, and property. It’s a legally binding contract that knows nothing of love. If the love dies, all you have left is a resentful ex-spouse and the marriage certificate. There’s nothing more terrible than an ex-spouse with a ten-ton axe to grind, and no agreement on how your common property is to be divided. It usually leads to all-out war that is more vicious than any legal battle in business and could easily lead to your financial and emotional ruin. Always get a prenup. It’s just too risky not to.

Frankie smiled sweetly. “When you marry husband number two, does the prenup state that you have to have that giant stick removed from your ass, or does that get to stay?” Taffany choked and sprayed Margeaux with a fine cloud of tequila.

You want to know if maybe Sam could have killed her,” Luna said. “I don’t think so. He had no motive other than keeping it a secret, and that wouldn’t be much of a motive. Our prenup did not have a morals clause. If he killed her, it would have to be a crime of passion. He’d have to lose control. I can’t conceive of what would precipitate that.

Before this happened to you, you were going to leave me. You hired a lawyer and everything. You said you couldn’t stand the sight of me. You couldn’t wait to get me out of your life and cut me out of your company. That’s what I get for signing a goddamn prenup.

Either marry or don't, there's no contract matrimony.

Either love or don't, there's no second guessing - either marry or don't, there's no contract matrimony.

All that scheming so that a privileged man wouldn’t have to endure the full consequences of his sins. Maybe the cheating bastard shouldn’t have been as quick to violate his vows as he was to sign a prenup.

Yeah, how do I know you really want to marry me?” Noah teased at Adam’s dumbfounded expression. When Adam caught on, he gave a heaving sigh. “Because I’m the son of a billionaire and I’m not asking you to sign a prenup,” he deadpanned.

Homeless? This is my home, Nina. I bought it before we even knew each other. I allow you to stay here. We have a prenup, as you recall, and after our marriage ends, it will be mine again.” He pauses again. “And now I’d like you to leave.” I hazard a look around the stairwell.

What do you think your father would say if we told him we were getting married?” “You just want me to sign a contract,” I reply with an eye roll. “Nope. No prenup, no contracts. Just you and me.” “Are you serious?” “I’ve been thinking about this a lot. Thinking about you,” he tacks on. “I have never once felt anything for any other woman the way I feel for you. When I told you I wasn’t willing to give you away, I meant it. The only way you’re escaping me is if you shoot me. So, in due time, prepare for it because it will come. I will ask you to marry me, Honey Ricci, because I literally cannot see myself with any other person in this world but you.” “But…” I shake my head. “I know you aren’t sure. But by the time I ask you, you will be.” “How are you so sure?” “Because it’s you,” he says simply as if that explains everything. “And you are mine.

Would you go into a relationship planning the breakup? Would you write the prenup on a first date? Would you meet with a divorce lawyer the morning of your wedding? That would be ridiculous, right?

lot. Was with him from the beginning. No pre-nup.

Founding a startup is akin to a wedding, a declaration of mutual devotion. It seems inappropriate and even counterproductive to plan for a breakup, yet in entrepreneurship, failing to make the prenup part of the wedding vows, so to speak, can prove disastrous.

You could say that they had already gotten their share of the copper mining fortune of W.A. Clark. The millions had been divided equally among his five surviving children: Huguette and her four half-siblings from his first marriage. Each of W.A.'s five children who lived to adulthood had received one-fifth of his estate after his death in 1925 equal shares for May, Katherine, Charlie, Will, and Huguette. Huguette got her allowance for a couple of years, and eventually got something extra, inheriting Bellosguardo and the jewels and cash that her mother received from her prenup. But W.A.'s plan, it seemed, was to treat each of his children equally.

Divorced, they uniformly decried the size of their alimony checks and the injustice of their prenups while refusing to seek gainful employment. Instead

Hulking piece of rust,” she grumbled, then gave it a little pat on the wheel well as she scooted out between her truck and Hannah’s car. “Can’t let the car gods hear you dis their minions,” she said when she caught Cooper’s amused look. “They’ll strand you in the desert as sure as look at you. Besides, she might be a hulking piece of rusted metal but she’s my hulking piece.” She stopped when she reached her sister and gave her a one-armed hug. “And to what do I owe this pleasure? Cross-examining my afternoon date, are we?” “Maybe,” Hannah said, hugging her back. “Oh, good.” Kerry grinned, rubbing her hands together. “What did you learn?” “Hey, now,” Cooper said, chuckling. “What makes you think I’d give anything up?” “Oh, she’s good,” Kerry told him. “She once talked a tribal chief in Papua New Guinea, out of marrying me to his youngest son.” Cooper looked at Hannah, who just raised an arched brow but didn’t refute the statement. “Well, then, I suppose I’m even more in your debt,” he told Kerry’s oldest sister. “Unless of course the tribe believes in polygamy.” Kerry looked affronted. “You’d share me? Well, well, good to know.” She folded her arms. “So glad we’re having this little chat.” “Oh, no, Starfish, no such luck. You’d be stuck making do with only me. You see, I know a guy who could fly us out of there on his helicopter, and I’m guessing your erstwhile tribal spouse wouldn’t go anywhere near one of those flying birds. I’d spirit you off and--” “And leave my poor first husband brokenhearted and alone? Do I get a say in this?” She looked to her sister. “You’re drawing up my pre-nup, right?” Cooper brightened and clapped his hands together, which earned him an arched brow from Kerry. “Well, while I’m not too thrilled about your attachment to Number One, speaking as Number Two, I will say I’m happy to hear we’re in the negotiation phase.” “Husband Number One is a lot younger,” she said consideringly. “And while he doesn’t have as many head of cattle as you do, he does come with an entire village, and if something happens to his other six brothers, he’ll be chief one day.” She smiled sweetly. “Just saying.” Cooper flashed her a smile that might have been a little too private with her sister standing right there, but what the hell. “Keep in mind, Number Twos traditionally try harder. So I have that going for me.” Hannah looked from Cooper to Kerry, then at both of them, before finally looking at Kerry. “Seriously, marry him before he wises up.” “Hey,” Kerry replied, mock wounded. “And why do you say that?” “You speak the same language.” “Says the woman who communicates with her husband using old movie quotes that nobody gets but the two of you.” Hannah smiled, really smiled, and it transformed her often more serious expression into something truly radiant. “Yes, that’s exactly who’s saying that.” She looked at Cooper. “I have a feeling you and Calder will become fast friends.” “Thank you,” Cooper said, “for both sentiments.

Either love or don't, there's no second guessing - either marry or don't, there's no contract matrimony. Prenups are for juveniles, Clauses are for cowards. To seek escape in commitment, is an act of con, not love. Escapists have no right to love, Lovers have no need for escape. When you change exes like socks, It's a sickness, not a choice.

I made a terrible mistake. I signed the prenup. And married the wrong man.

Contract Matrimony (The Sonnet) When I fall, I fall wholly - without a safety net of any kind. Prenups are an insult of love, all in fear of an imaginary night. Contract lovers are worse than contract killers, at least contract killers don't second guess their motive. Either love or don't, there's no second guessing - either marry or don't, there's no contract matrimony. Prenups are for juveniles, Clauses are for cowards. To seek escape in commitment, is an act of con, not love. Escapists have no right to love, Lovers have no need for escape. When you change exes like socks, It's a sickness, not a choice.

Escapists have no right to love, Lovers have no need for escape. When you change exes like socks, It's a sickness, not a choice.

Amelia was everything a high society bride should be, perfect on the outside and hollow on the inside. Pretty enough to be on my arm for events and to give me children, but cold enough not to care when I inevitably went elsewhere for entertainment. A man could not be expected to live his life without a woman who was passion and fire. That was how they became soft in the head and married twenty-something waitresses without prenups.

I’m texting my attorney. You didn’t disclose the money, Brook. It wasn’t accounted for in the pre-nup. We have to do a post-nup so we can protect it.” Her face was twisted up. “Protect it from who?” My face twisted up. “From me, baby. If anything goes wrong with this marriage, I shouldn’t be able to access that money. It’s yours. It’s from your parents.” “I trust you not to come after it, Cameron.

This sounds serious. I’ll sign a prenup if you want—you don’t have to ask.” I sat up as well and shook my head. “No prenup. I don’t care about that. This is far more personal and important.” She shifted closer, taking my hand. “Okay.” “I want to take your last name instead of you taking mine.” She blinked. “Really?” “I hate the constant explaining associated with Donner. It upsets me when the first impression someone has meeting me is that I’m from bad stock. I don’t want to deal with it anymore, and I certainly don’t want you to either. Or our kids. I looked into it, and I can change my last name as easily as you can change yours.” I swallowed. “I asked your mom last night. She was okay with it. In fact, she got a little emotional thinking we would carry on the Gallagher name with our kids. She said your dad would have approved.” “Chase Gallagher,” she said softly. “I like it.” “Me too.

know you’re cheating,” he bit out. “You realize you signed a prenup, right? If you leave me, you get nothing. No money, no friends, no dignity. Everyone will know.

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emotion that takes up primetime in your head. More than jealousy even. More than anger. She wishes she could let it go.

It doesn’t matter how incredible a woman might be, there is always a man out there who will cheat on her. Even goddesses are cheated on and tricked.

The Myth of “My” Money Many clients come to our office thinking they are in for a simple division of assets, even though they never got a prenup. “We kept everything separate,” these clients report. “The house is in my name, we kept separate bank accounts—what’s theirs and mine is easy to see.” I have to break the news to these souls that, because there is no prenup that states otherwise, regardless of its title, regardless of who paid what from which account, the appreciation and equity in that house that occurred after they were married are considered part of their marital estate. As such, the house does not wholly belong to either person; its gains belong to both of them, equally. That’s because once someone is hitched, in the eyes of the law there is no such thing as “my money,” at least not outside the wedding-eve value of a premarital asset. (A premarital asset is something a spouse owned individually before the marriage.) From then on—at least, without a prenup that states otherwise—there is only “our money.” After they marry, if one spouse opts to binge-watch Netflix on the couch rather than hold down a job, under the law, half of every paycheck their worker bee other half earns is considered rightfully theirs.

Huggy was also part of a research team that experimented with “prenups for start-ups.” They created 348 remote teams and asked each to develop a business plan for a wellness product. These new teams could bolster performance when—rather than racing to start their work—members devoted their first meeting to writing a prenup or a “charter” to spell out agreements about the team’s roles, norms, rules, and values. That way, rather than being mired in confusion and conflict about who ought to do what, and what was good and bad behavior, they were ready to charge ahead and develop their business plan.

she soldiered on. “I still can’t quite believe you’re doing this. I didn’t expect it and…We don’t need to talk about anything. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.” Rumor has it, I give good head… Oh, of all the things in the world not to be thinking… Except Izzy realized with a flash of heat, that she was thinking it, too. He’d gotten them two rooms to make her feel more comfortable, and instead had ratcheted up her stress levels. Because sex was the only thing she felt certain that she could give him. It was—in her eyes—the only way she could guarantee that he wouldn’t change his mind. “It was your idea to wait a few days,” he reminded her. “If it were up to me, we would’ve gotten married this afternoon. And I still would’ve gotten us two rooms tonight.” Eden was standing there, struggling to comprehend. “Yeah,” Izzy said, “I don’t really get it myself. I like you, and I’m in a position to help. And yeah, everyone makes a big deal about getting married, but it’s just a piece of paper. A contract. I sign a lease every year for my apartment. This is just another contract, except you’re going to sign it, too. We’ll also sign a prenup, and…If you want, we can make sure I get something—a reward—for being Mr. Nice. Like, if I win the lottery while

You can marry the right person today, yet be married to the wrong person someday … without having married again.

Chaz thought that he would eventually charm his new bride into sharing her vast inheritance. He had pictured the intimate ceremony taking place in the bedroom, of course, after a night of athletic lovemaking—Joey, still aglow, unfolding the pre-nup and holding it to the flame of a lilac-scented candle. It had never happened, though, and after nearly two years of waiting Chaz had given up hope. Joey wasn’t hoarding the family fortune so much as ignoring it, which Chaz regarded as a crime against nature. What was the point, he’d asked himself, of staying wed to a wealthy woman who refused to act like one? The answer: There was no point.