After The Divorce, He Begged Novels & Stories

His voice broke as he reached for my hands to hold them. I had to bend down to look at him and straighten him up from kneeling, but he didn't move, just to show me how he begged me not to leave him forever. "Let me go. Let's separate. Let me go," I told him in a weak voice. He bent down and still didn't release his grip on me, but he looked up at me again. "I-I can't. Make me do everything except for the divorce that you want," he said while stuttering.

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

Tears dripped down my face as the man I am trying to convince isn’t giving me a chance, I want back my husband, I know I messed up. I was still standing in his office when he brought the divorce documents to me. He signed his part and told me he wants to finalized the divorce documents before his father’s burial in Two days time. He gave the pen to me and I refused to collect it, I embraced him so tight instead, he just stood still, I guess he didn’t expect that from me. “ Please I beg of you, give me another chance, I promise to behave myself, I don’t want to be without you again” I said and weep in his shoulder.

Bob pursed his lips as he looked at Sierra coldly. Tears welled up in Sierra's eyes as she held Bob's hand and pleaded, "Dad… I beg you, don't get divorced, okay? Dad, I really love you, and I love Mom too. I want our family to stay together forever. I don't want to be separated from any of you. Dad, Mom loves you so much, and if you leave her, she won't be able to live on. Dad… I'm begging you..." Sierra cried and begged.

After stepping off the stage from receiving my award, I was still in my formal attire as I made my way to see Cedric. Once I took the divorce papers with me, I'd sever all ties and leave everything in the past. When I entered the prison, I spotted him immediately. He looked like a shell of the man he once was, barely holding on to the last remnants of his sanity. When he saw me, tears streamed down his face. "Is the divorce agreement finalized?" I asked. Those words crushed the last bit of hope he had. "Can we talk, just like we used to? You don't have to be this extreme. Your company is about to go public, and you have a bright future ahead," he pleaded.

“And when I said I wanted a divorce, you laughed. You said I’d come crawling back when I realized no one else wanted me and I had nowhere to go because I'm helpless without you.” “I was wrong,” he said quickly, his tone desperate now. “I was angry that you wanted to divorce me, I didn’t mean... “Then you threw me out of the house,” I added quickly, cutting him off. “At midnight. With nothing but my phone. Do you remember that too?” His face crumpled. “Layla, I’m begging you.. “You’re begging now,” I said quietly. “But where was that humility when I was crying every night? When I begged you to treat me like a human being? When I asked you to stop?”

If it hadn't been for my uncle Anderson,my life would have been so unbearable. “Fine. I'll go.” “And try not to make trouble with your father.” She warned. “if he doesn't cause me any trouble…I won't”. And with that,I hung up. I could still remember vividly years ago,my mother knelt down begging my father not to file for a divorce. She told him she would forgive his affair…his unfaithfulness but he cast her aside. He didn't only divorce my mother but took everything from her. After that, life was very hard for the two of us.

"Louise and I are getting divorced." Oh. My. Goodness! I must have been such a fool back then. I cannot look away from the desperation in his eyes. His eagerness to convince me, the plea in his eyes as he begs to be believed. I've never felt so foolish in all my life. Was this how he begged her too to come back to him? Was this how he did it? How could I ever trust a man who still wears a ring on his finger and goes about begging to remarry?

But deep inside, something about her final look unsettled him. Rosemary dragged her suitcase toward the door. As she stepped out, Adrian’s voice rang behind her. “Don’t ever come back to my house after the divorce, Rosemary. I will never take you back again!”

This was him breaking, falling apart in front of me. "I'll do anything," he continued, his voice shaking. "Anything you want. I'll fix it. I'll fix everything. Just tell me what to do. Tell me what to say. Please, just don't let this divorce happen." My throat tightened, tears stinging my eyes as I knelt in front of him. I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready to make any decisions, not now. But seeing him like this, begging, pleading, shattered something inside me. I wanted to give him what he wanted. I wanted to make it all go away. But it wasn't that simple.