After The Divorce, He Begged Novels & Stories

"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?

he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. Miss Elaine and Ellise were about to head to Norman's office but both of them stepped back when they caught a glimpse at me and their boss arguing. "Everything I did to you in the past...," he added, "This divorce paper was the worst mistake I have done to our marriage. I know I couldn't get back to correct the past, but in the future, I promise you, it will never happen again. So, please, I'm begging you. Give me another chance to prove it to you."

What is he here for? He rushed towards me and untied the rope then I became free. He pulled me closer to himself but I landed a heavy hit on his cheek. I stared at my palm, I didn't have to do that but it was out of control. “We are divorced, so you should go our way…” I said to him, but he scoffed. His eyes fell on the kids who were just watching the drama being acted before them. “We were divorced. But I want you back now,” he said, his voice deep and pitiful.

I can finally divorce him because my dad is no longer alive, and he's the one who begged us to get married because he wanted to see me marry before he died. "You want a divorce?" he smirked, signing the papers without hesitation. My palms grew sweaty, feeling as if my life had been a waste. “You could've just emailed it or sent it to my assistant. You shouldn't have wasted my time over something like this,” he said coldly. “Is that all you have to say?” I asked with a sad voice. “What do you want me to say? Do you want me to beg you to stay? You made this decision by yourself, so I'll grant it to you.”

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?”