After The Divorce, He Begged Novels & Stories

If anything, it was as if he had gotten rid of a heavy burden. After we returned, he contacted me first and readily agreed to divorce. Soon after, he even posted a "clarification" online, portraying himself as a pitiful man tormented by a mentally unstable wife. He claimed his earlier accusation about my gambling had been a desperate attempt to escape the marriage. And netizens chose to sympathize. The divorce proceedings went through unusually smoothly. When I stepped out of the county court, the sunlight was glaring. Yet, I felt nothing but cold. I stopped Christian before he could leave. Lowering my voice, I asked, "Christian, where did you put my parents' bodies?"

“You are fired!” Was what my last employer had said to me, after I had messed up again, during orders. It’s been two months since the divorce and though I managed to get some jobs, keeping them seemed way harder. I had run into Clint and Astrid a few times as well. They were doing well together and they’d feel relieved knowing that I was struggling all on my own. My family were also upset and had severed their ties with me, because of the decision I had taken.

“If you don’t want to leave, then fight. Hold on, just like you did after the accident when you made it against all odds. You can do it again…” Her voice broke as his breathing grew shallow and uneven. “Please, don’t leave me. You’re the only family I have left. I’m begging you… don’t go.”

In fact, perhaps he had been with her during all those days and nights he claimed to be on business trips for the past three years. A wave of nausea hit me. I quickly pulled my leg back and scooted away from him. I grabbed a new swab to disinfect the wound myself. The sharp, distinct pain in my knee reminded me that there was no turning back for Timothy and me. I avoided meeting his eyes and focused on bandaging my knee as I said, "Timothy, let's get divorced."

"I'm sorry for calling you in here—" "I'm begging you, please don't sue me!" Mr. Michaels's desperate voice grated her ears. "Please, I'm begging you. . . ." "Er. . . ." Kat blinked, unsure on how to proceed. "Am I allowed to do that?" "Well, yes, but you're not going to, are you?" He flung himself at the edge of her bed, making her jump. "Please tell me you're not. My wife recently filed for a divorce, and it's been terribly hard. Nothing's looking good for me and I think I'm going to lose everything." His face creased in despair. "She's going to take the house and half of my money and Bugsy. She's going to take Bugsy."

Maybe for the first time, he realized he didn’t have a leg to stand on. “If you love me like you say you do—if you honestly regret the life you dragged me through—then just give me the one thing I’m asking for: sign the divorce.” I leaned back, my voice softening, calm but confident. “That’s all I want from you now, Felix. Don’t make it worse. Don’t give me another reason to hate you more than I already do.” But instead of acknowledging my words, he deflected with the same controlling concern he’d always shown. “I can see how drained you’ve been lately. You need rest. We’ll go home…”

On the morning Serena Voss discovered she had won the most prestigious architectural contract of her career, she drove home to share the news with her husband. She found him in bed with her cousin instead. He handed her divorce papers before she could speak. That same night, broken and stripped of everything, she drove straight to her mother's door and learned the betrayal in that bedroom wasn't the only thing the Voss family had taken from her. They had taken her father, too. So Serena stopped asking people to believe her. She stopped waiting for justice to arrive on its own. She stopped leaving doors open for people who had burned down everything she built. She disappeare

He begged me. “No, this was the last straw and it has broken my back. Look at me.” He holds my hand tightly in his. “Claire, please don’t go.” He looked just as broken as I felt but my mind was made up. “Leo, our baby is gone. You can’t fix this and I can’t do this anymore. I want a divorce.” “Claire, don’t make such a rash decision right now.” He was begging me to reconsider. “I want a divorce.”

Now, seeing him laugh and enjoy someone else’s company felt like my heart was being shredded. “I’ve changed my mind,” he said suddenly. “You said you’d do everything I want if I agreed to your little favor, right?” I nodded eagerly. He leaned back, adjusting himself in the bed, and looked at me more directly this time. “Since asking for a divorce is impossible, I’ll settle for something simpler…” He paused, his eyes cold. “I want you out of my sight. I can’t have any peace with you around. The only way that happens is if you leave the house.”

He tightly wrapped his arms around me like I was the only one tethering him to this planet. "E-Emelia…" He pleaded through hiccups. "P-please, I don't want us-s to g-get divorced."