Divórcio Conjunto Entre Amigas

Betrayed. Broken. But not defeated. When Kayden stood before Clove and spat the words, “That is not my child. You cheated on me!”—her world shattered. Three months pregnant and deeply in love, Clove never imagined her husband would accuse her of such a thing. “I would never betray you,” she cried, clutching her belly. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her own sister, once her confidante, turned cold. “Sis, the evidence is solid. I wanted to stand by you… But you’ve disgraced our family.” Clove’s blood ran cold. “This is your doing. You and your venomous mother,” she screamed. But Kayden had made up his mind. “I don’t trust you. Get out.” One shove, one fall—and everything was lost. That night, Clove bled more than just tears. She lost her child… and the man she thought she’d grow old with. The next morning, the divorce papers came as mercilessly as his accusations. She signed them in silence and disappeared. Years later, Clove returned. No longer the weeping wife, she was now a powerful CEO. Her first move? Destroy Kayden’s empire. But Kayden was no ordinary enemy, and her plans met wall after wall… until he came. A mysterious man with piercing eyes and a quiet, dangerous charm. “Marry me,” he said, “and no one—not even Kayden—will be able to stop you.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re his uncle. Why betray your own blood? And why me?” He smirked. “Marry me first. Then I’ll tell you truths that will change everything you think you know.”

I am Summer Ramey-Carter, surrounded by opulence, beauty, and acclaim. The spotlight is already on me. However, beneath the mask that conceals, what do I so desperately desire that is not yet mine? The answer is Steven Carter’s heart. My husband who both detests and abhors me. When his childhood sweetheart returns, he presents me with our three-year marriage with the divorce papers as a gift. He doesn’t mind that it is our anniversary. “Let’s divorce and end this marriage, Summer.” I am already ready to accept the painful and bitter reality. Nonetheless, faith seems to have another plan when unexpectedly—I lose my memories. Book 1: Divorcing My Ruthless Husband (Chapter 1: Divorce to Chapter 180: The End) Book 2: The Brat Heiress (Chapter 181: Blurb) continuation of second generation.

Kimberly Wilson had been married to Steven Smith for two years. When Steven proposed a divorce, she agreed without hesitation. Holding a huge fortune, she began to wealth freely. The Wilson family had only one child, so who would be family continuity? Simple, she said, 'Help me post a message offering a high reward for pregnancy.' It read, "Due to my husband's car accident rendering him infertile, seeking a healthy male for surrogacy. Generous compensation." As for the requirements, 'Must be handsome, have an excellent physique, graduated from an Ivy League school, and be good in bed. Price is negotiable.' Her highly efficient personal assistant, whom she had hired at great expense, sent over photos of applicants the next day. One ultimately met her criteria and even exceeded her expectations. The side profile in the photo, noble and aloof, looked familiar. She immediately decided, 'Okay, It's him.' 'He's available anytime, but he has one prerequisite.' her assistant informed. Kimberly raised an eyebrow, 'What requirement?' 'He's a bit shy, so the lights must be off.' Only later did she realize what trouble she had gotten into. The man was not only the sole heir to the multi-billion luxury goods group-Garcia group but also the best friend of her ex-husband. Steven didn't wait for Kimberly to reconcile as usual but instead heard the news of her new romance. Despairing, he said, 'I can live without her. Don't try to persuade me.' But later, drunk, he called in the middle of the night. 'Kiki...' His voice was choked up. A cold male voice responded from the other end, 'May I ask why you're calling my wife in the middle of the night?' '......'

Aurelia Navarro gave her love, her time, her fortune—everything. Pero sa dulo, siya pa rin ang iniwan… ipinagpalit sa ibang babae. Dalawang taon siyang nagsakripisyo bilang asawa ni Matteo Navarro. Ngunit nang malugi ang Navarro Holdings na siya mismo ang nagpapatakbo ay siya rin ang sinisi, at nasira ang pangalan niya. Hanggang sa dumating ang misteryosong lalaki na nag-alok ng investment. “I can give you 5% of my shares,” sabi nito. Ngumisi si Aurelia. “Five percent? Keep it. I can build my own empire.” Walang nakakaalam na sa likod ng pangalang Aurelia Navarro ay nakatago ang tunay niyang pagkatao— isang major shareholder ng Gatchalian Inc., international professor, renowned painter, at ang pinakakilalang assassin sa underground world. At nang lumuhod si Matteo sa ilalim ng ulan para humihingi ng tawad, isang lalaking may itim na payong ang nakatayo sa tabi ni Aurelia. “Mr. Navarro, please leave,” malamig nitong sambit. “Who are you to her?” singhal ni Matteo. Emil smirked. “Atty. Emiliano De Rossi. I’m her lover.”

When Charlotte’s fairytale marriage turns into a nightmare, she tries to fight to stay with her husband and build a home like the one her parents had; filled with love and happiness, but the reverse was the case. Her marriage was filled with heartbreak, neglect, and old flames, which drove them apart. Amidst their failed marriage, they embarked on different journeys as she let go to rebuild her life and pursue her dreams. Rogerio decides to reconcile with his ex-girlfriend and soon realizes that he can’t live without her. He embarks on a journey to win back her heart. Will they be able to mend their broken hearts and give their love a second chance, or are some wounds too deep to heal?

Ne trouvant plus d'échappatoire, Chloé Dumont a donc passé un accord avec la mère de Lucien Bernard. Elle a fini par épouser Lucien. Pendant trois ans de mariage, Chloé était douce, obéissante, supportait tout sans jamais se plaindre. Elle est allée même jusqu'à aider Lucien — paralysé des jambes et au caractère explosif — à se remettre debout. Elle pensait naïvement qu'ils pourraient continuer à vivre ensemble, malgré tout. Mais c'était sans compter sur le retour de Jeanne Laurent, la femme qu'il avait toujours aimée. Un jour de pluie torrentielle, sans une hésitation, il l'a abandonnée, trempée et misérable, pour aller chercher Jeanne. Par la suite, il a inventé un déplacement professionnel… alors qu'il emmenait Jeanne à un concert. Pire encore, il l'a ramenée chez eux, flirtait ouvertement devant Chloé… Déçue encore et encore, Chloé a fini par prendre une décision : divorcer. ... La prochaine fois que Lucien recroisait Chloé, c'était à une soirée mondaine. Son ex-femme — autrefois terne et insignifiante — portait une robe de haute couture, elle était rayonnante, gracieuse, d'une élégance à couper le souffle. Mais ce qui le rendait fou de jalousie, c'est qu'elle ne le regardait même plus. Elle souriait à un autre, riait doucement dans ses bras. Il l'a coincée dans un coin de la salle, le regard noir : « Chloé, qui t'a permis d'être avec un autre homme ? » Elle l'a giflé sans hésiter : « C'est qui ce chien qui me colle ? Dégage, ou je porte plainte pour harcèlement sexuel ! » ... Chloé déménageait dans un nouvel appartement et faisait la connaissance d'un voisin calme et bienveillant. Cet homme s'appelait Xavier Marchand. Il lui apprenait à faire confiance, à s'appuyer sur quelqu'un. Avec lui, elle devenait presque une enfant qu'on protège. À chaque obstacle, il était là, toujours présent, solide comme un roc. Leurs rendez-vous, ses déclarations, la demande en mariage, même les moindres détails du mariage… Xavier s'en occupait, tout était pensé pour elle. C'est là que Chloé comprenait : Être aimée, chérie, portée dans le creux de la main par quelqu'un… c'est ça, le vrai bonheur.

Cada vez que meu marido traía, ele me dava uma pulseira. Em quatro anos de casamento, juntei noventa e nove pulseiras, perdoando-o noventa e nove vezes. Desta vez, ele viajou a trabalho por três dias e, ao voltar, trouxe uma Pulseira de Jade Imperial avaliada em dezenas de milhões. Eu sabia que estava na hora de pedir o divórcio.

Looking at the divorce papers my lips curled up into a mocking smile. ‘How big fool I am? How can I think that he will give a chance to this marriage? How can I forget that I was nothing more a tool in his eyes to vent his anger until his beloved Tara is back. Since, she was back, how can he let me stay there?’ “After you will sign these papers, you will receive 100 million dollars as alimony.” the lawyer added. Because of his words, I came back to my senses took the pen from him, and signed the name. After taking the papers from my hand, the lawyer gave me the bank card, turned around, and was about to leave when he paused at the door. He then turned around and added, “Mr. Carter said that he hoped that you won’t pester him, or you have to bear the consequences.” The lawyer's words were like a knife stabbing in my heart, but I still nodded. Anyway, I also don’t plan to have anything to do with him anymore. I just want to live a good life with my children. After the lawyer left, the ward fell into silence. I placed my hand on my belly and said to my children, “Baby, I am sorry, Mommy can’t give you a complete family! But I promise you, I will do my best to give the love of both mother and father.” ‘As for giving one of my child, I will never do that. They are my babies and my alone. I and I will give birth to all of them and raise them no matter what…’ Four Years Later... Anya came back to the country with her three kids, to inherit the company left by his grandfather...

My mother marries into the Patterson family with me after her divorce. She marries Thomas Patterson, the dean of a veterinary hospital. Meanwhile, I marry Walter Patterson, a firefighter captain and Thomas' son. On this day, there's a huge storm. I'm almost due for labor, but I still head to the hospital to pick my mother up after an operation. We head to the subway, but it ends up being flooded. I endure the labor contractions and call Walter with trembling hands, wanting to ask for help. He finally answers after hanging up on me 18 times. "What the hell do you want? How stupid can you be, calling me in such a huge storm? "I'm saving lives here! Tracy's foot was cut by glass while being saved, and I've just bandaged her wound. Now, I have to take her dog to Dad's hospital so he can save it. The dog is hanging by a thread; if you need help, get some other firefighter to do it! Don't pester me!" Later, the rescue team arrives. My mother and I are pushed to the back of the crowd, and people won't stop shoving us around. The floodwater rises, and I have no choice but to carry her on my back while trudging along the corridor. This continues for three hours. When we're finally rescued, my mother is already unconscious, and I end up losing my child, who's almost to term. My mother and I look at each other tearfully in the ward we share. I say, "Mom, I'm getting a divorce." She says, "It's not a big deal, sweetheart. I'll do it with you. I've done it once before—I know how this goes."

Scarlett; Minutes after I had given birth to his kids, he walked into the ward and announced our divorce, claiming that I betrayed him. Accused of infidelity, I was heartbroken when he chose to disbelieve me even when it was obvious that I was framed. Despite giving birth to his twins, I was forced to part with one of my children. As if that wasn't enough, even my own family discarded me, revealing that I was adopted. In a state of irreparable heartbreak, I managed to flee to New York with my remaining child, eager to start afresh. But that decision I made changed my life forever. I uncovered my true heritage and it turns out I'm a part of Hollywood royalty, a celebrity heiress with a legacy of stardom. One stunning twist threw everything off balance. I crossed paths with Ethan once again and this time around, he's desperate to correct all his wrongs. But can I ever forgive him? Ethan: Despite our marriage being arranged, I've grown to love Scarlett. I've come to develop feelings for her, but she ended up betraying me. I divorced her and took my son away from her but I regret my actions. I searched the entire city for her but my efforts to find her were futile. My son was desperately sick and needed a maternal figure. With no other option, I had to agree to Jasmine's proposal so we could provide the parental support he needed. Just as I thought she'd vanished from my life forever, she walked into that event, and the revelation of her true identity left me stunned – a famous celebrity and the long-lost heiress of the iconic Scott family. Now I want her back but will she ever forgive me? Or will I lose her forever?