After The Divorce, He Begged Novels & Stories

His shoulders sagged. "No. You aren’t." I shook my head, stepping back. "Thanks for considering this divorce. I really do deserve someone better." He nodded slowly, but something in his expression shifted. His jaw tightened sharply. His throat bobbed. He looked like a man swallowing something he could never get back. "Okay," I continued, forcing steadiness into my tone. "Since we’re getting divorced, I have a small favor to ask." "A favor?" His brows drew together faintly.

I fell on my knees immediately as she stared at me with a surprise look. "Please don't leave,I will explain everything,just give me a minute"he said to her before going to the table to pick the divorce papers,he put it in the dustbin and set it on fire before going back to Sarah and knelt infront of her. "Please I beg you,don't leave me,I don't want to divorce you again,I only signed the divorce papers because I thought that's what you wanted and I didn't want you to be sad again, please don't leave"he pleaded.

It was his way of telling me he was sorry. Then, he sought his daughter out and talked about the divorce. Wendy bawled her eyes out. She refused to get a divorce. "I don't want to, Dad! Please, help me! Can't you ask Felix to let go and come back to me? We'll be a couple again!"

His voice cracked as he continued, "Thank you for loving me all those years. I'm sorry I failed your trust and hurt Rebecca. I'll never have the chance to take care of you again." Rebecca stepped in. "This is my grandma. I'll take care of her, and you don't have to bother." He paused, unable to argue about that. She was right. It really had nothing to do with him anymore because they were divorced. Her only request after the divorce was that they never see each other again. If they did happen to cross paths, they should treat each other like strangers. But he couldn't do that. Even facing her disdain, he was unwilling to walk away.

I had been far too gullible and needed to request for a divorce before Nate took anything else from me. "Alright but first, thank you for saving me." I appreciated as I turned to face him. Ryan narrowed his eyes at me. "But I didn't." I stiffened at his words. "W-what? But it was you I called." I tried to say and he burst into laughter.

he pleaded, grabbing my arm gently. I pulled away from him, my vision blurry with tears. “I... I can’t. I just need to be alone,” I choked out, my voice breaking. He watched me, his eyes full of worry, but he let go. “Okay,” he said softly. “But I'm here if you need me.” I nodded quickly, unable to say anything more. I turned and ran, not knowing where I was going. How could he do that to me? He didn't even acknowledge me, how could he get engaged to his whore just two months after our divorce? Who does that?

The floor was covered in broken glass, torn newspapers, and spilled liquor. "That whore! That dirty, vile whore!" Carter roared at the top of his lungs, his chest heaving as he kicked a mahogany coffee table, flipping it onto its side. "I gave her everything! I bought her diamonds! I divorced my wife for her! I bragged about her to the entire city! And she does THIS to me?!" "Calm down, Carter! You'll give yourself a heart attack!" Helen shrieked from the couch, though her own face was pale as chalk, her hands trembling violently as she stared at the glowing television screen displaying Chloe's weeping face.

"But I don't want to see you again. You'd better disappear immediately." He struggled to his feet. "A-Alright. I'll go… right away. I'll sleep at the company for the time being. Let's both take the time to calm down. I don't want you to get yourself too worked up." With that, he limped away, fleeing in a sorry state. "Mom, you're amazing! That was so satisfying!" I waved my arms happily in her embrace. She lowered her head and kissed my forehead, then picked up the divorce agreement from the coffee table. She looked toward the door, her gaze slowly turning cold.

“I'll be better. I swear I'll be better. Just come back to me.” I stared at him. This was the same man who had looked me in the eyes and told me that another woman's child might be a better heir than mine. The same man who had refused to grant me a divorce. The same man who had left me trapped in a house where even a glass of water had become too much to ask for. And now he was begging. Five years too late. “Please,” he whispered. “I'm begging you.” His eyes searched my face desperately.

Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she slowly turned in a circle, absorbing the space around her. Just a few hours ago she had been standing in a ballroom filled with hundreds of people, smiling guests, glittering gowns, and expensive champagne. Her ex-husband had stood across from her. Victor Hale. One of the city’s most respected businessmen. After five years of a marriage of convenience together, he had handed her divorce papers. In front of everyone. Aurora exhaled slowly. The memory still felt unreal. She had signed the documents calmly, refusing to give Victor the satisfaction of watching her fall apart.