After The Divorce, He Begged Novels & Stories

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.

my knees simply gave out. ​I collapsed onto the floor. ​"Grandpa..." An ugly sob finally tearing its way out of my throat. I looked up at him, the tears I had refused to shed for August blinding my vision. "I want a divorce." ​Grandpa stood silent. ​"Please, Grandpa," I dropped my head. I practically folded myself in half, begging him with every piece of my soul. "I can't do this anymore. I am going to die if I stay here. Please grant me this wish. Let me go."

After all, when they signed the divorce papers, he declared Elara would be the one begging him! When they obtained the divorce certificate, the thought of turning back never crossed his mind! Even if Elara had pleaded with him, it would still be impossible! Yet for Beau's sake, Harvey decided to make his greatest concession. "If your mother comes begging for reconciliation, I'll consider it." As he spoke these words, Harvey clenched his fist—the statement seemed more for himself than anyone else. But Beau remained unsatisfied. His voice turned pleading, "Mommy doesn't want me anymore. She doesn't want you either. How could she possibly come asking to get back together?"

Maybe he expected me to cry, beg or ask him to reconsider. But I did none of that. I was tired. So tired. “I will sign it,” I continued. “But I have one condition.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “What condition” “After the divorce,” I said softly, “we will have nothing to do with each other. If we meet again in the future, we will be strangers.” He stared at me for a long time. Then he nodded. “Fine.” I picked up the pen on the table. As I signed my name, memories flashed through my mind.

“You are pregnant.” “Stop.” “When” “This conversation is over.” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “Is it mine” The question struck like a physical blow. My breath caught, my heart slamming painfully against my ribs. For a brief moment, everything was written plainly on his face. Hope. Fear. Regret. “That is not a question you get to ask,” I said, my voice trembling despite my effort. “I never finalized the divorce,” he said suddenly. I froze. “What”

However, before he drove away, as if he found my heart unwounded enough he uttered words that would forever haunt my dreams, "My lawyer will bring the divorce paper for you!" No, he cannot leave me! I panicked. Fear attacked my chest. "No! Martin! Tell me what you do not want about me- I will change it for you! I-I am just being jealous. I-I will not believe those gossiping people again. I understand they are just creating rumors! Just please do not leave me! I will not pester her anymore! I do not want to divorce you! Don’t leave, hear me out!" I screamed as I run with my bare foot slamming on the ground just to chase after him. However, I only saw his car pulling further and further away f

He looked as though he wanted to ask again but he didn't. Instead, he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "I know I don't deserve another chance." I remained where I was. "But I love you." My hand tightened around the back of the chair. He didn't look away. "I should have said it years ago." My arms folded tightly across my chest. "Years ago, you told me you loved someone else." His jaw tightened. "I know." "You asked me for a divorce." "I watched you ask the housekeeper to pack my things."

Sweat beaded across his forehead, and his eyes were rimmed with red. He looked so heartbroken and devoted that anyone watching would have sworn he loved me to death. I pulled my hand back and wiped it on the sheet like it was filthy, then told him, "Let's get a divorce." "What?" He stared at me, disbelief in every line of his face. "Over a lump of dead tissue, you want a divorce?" "Elodie, when did you turn into someone this unreasonable?!" He had more to say, but his phone suddenly rang.

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man. Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock. Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt for me. "Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?" "To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..." I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed my wife's number, begging her to come and clear things up. But she chose to defend the other man and coldly berated me in front of everyone: "There's nothing between us. I'm warning you for th