Novel & Cerita After The Divorce, He Begged

The choice is all yours. He then turned on his heel, and stepped back, looking like a hunter, who was one step away from hunting his prey. Then he paused at the grand entrance, and looked back over his shoulder with a sharp smirk. "And Elara, I won't sign those divorce paperz. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I'll never sign. So pack your things. I’ll be back for you and my daughter in the morning" He declared, his voice firm and cold, echoing through the silent mansion like a storm.

His suit jacket hung loose on his frame, and the dark circles under his eyes were startling. When he saw me, his face fell apart completely. “Tessa, please, do not do this…” I looked down at him. This was the man who once made the entire city tremble, the man who had pressed a gun to a rival’s forehead and smiled coldly as he pulled the trigger. Now, he was crying. “Do not make me sign it,” he begged. “I do not want a divorce. I never wanted this.” I said nothing. “All those years, you were the only one by my side. Every night, every fight, every time I came home with blood on my hands, you were there.

His voice was rough “I was scared you would look at me and see every mistake I made so I stayed outside You want the truth That’s the truth You didn’t lose that baby alone I lost it too but I punished myself by staying away and I’ve been punishing myself ever since” I didn’t want to cry I wasn’t going to cry But something hot pushed behind my eyes “And now you’re telling me?” “Because you keep saying I never cared and that’s the one thing I can’t let you believe Not anymore I won’t die with that lie on your heart” I dropped the photo on the table I couldn’t look at him I couldn’t look at anything My chest felt too small He reached for the pen again “If you still want the divorce I’ll sign ri

My voice broke as the words sank in. A divorce agreement. He wanted to end this. End us. “Why?” I asked, my throat dry, sweat forming as my hands trembled. His gaze held mine, steady and unfeeling. “He’s back.”

He pulled me into his arms and asked, “What’s wrong?” I looked up at him. His eyes were warm, full of concern. He had always been a busy man, but he never made me feel small for being a stay-at-home mom. He always stood by me. But now? After what I saw on the tablet? I felt sick. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. "Do you want to divorce me?" His eyes widened in shock. "What?! Haley, are you crazy?" He looked so confused, so innocent—I almost believed him.

"What's wrong with what I'm saying? It's the truth! Thank goodness you two had a prenup made before the wedding. Otherwise, it would've been a nightmare sorting out your assets in the divorce." Roxy let out a soft sigh before looking at Ashton. "As long as you're willing to sign this divorce agreement, you can ask for anything you want, apart from custody of Celia. As long as it's within my ability, I'll do my best to satisfy your demands. "I just hope we can end things on a good note. In the future… maybe we can even remain friends." "What on earth are you saying, Roxy!" Renee exclaimed, fretting so anxiously that she even teared up. "Have you forgotten it was Ashton who gave you the startu

After Alex left, Natalie angrily looked at the man who suddenly appeared, her voice mixed with anger: "Why are you so crazy every night?" "I don't want to see other people hug you." He knew he was a bit too much just now, but he couldn't stand the sight of another man hugging her in front of him. Natalie sneered: "Mr. Samuel is so funny, and he's also very easygoing. Don't you know we're divorced? Do you need me to show you the divorce papers?" Hearing the word divorce papers, the man's demeanor immediately weakened. He said flatteringly: "Then let's remarry."

She tried to shut the door but Melanie jammed her foot in the frame. "Dad!" she called loudly, ignoring Cordelia's attempts to push her out. "Dad, I know you're here. We need to talk!" Heavy footsteps approached and her father Ben emerged with lines creasing his forehead. His gaze fell on Melanie and his scowl darkened further. "What is the meaning of this?" "Can we please talk privately?" Melanie pleaded. "I need to understand what's happening." Ben grunted dismissively. "I heard about your divorce already.Not able to keep a man, eh?"

He whispered, and yet, the insult, cut deeper than any loud words, would've. Evil, Scheming.. I wiped another tears as I processed those words. They never failed to sting. " Maybe, if she dies, you will finally let go.." He said. " If it's not about divorce, then don't call me.' Divorce! A bitter laughter tore past my lips as I repeated. That's all he had ever asked for, but I had refused to sign the papers, stubbornly, for my daughter, hoping that she could have a complete family.

Grabbing a coat, I drove straight to the hospital for treatment. My body was covered in countless wounds, and blood dripped steadily from my right leg. Upon seeing me, the doctor couldn't help but ask what had happened. I gave a curt explanation and turned to leave. Reaching for my phone, I typed and sent a message: "The divorce papers have been signed, but I left them at the Savoy residence. I'm going home now. Come pick me up at my place."