After The Divorce, He Begged Novels & Stories

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

he said. I continued sobbing. I rushed over to him and threw my arms around him, my sobs growing louder. "I can make this right. I promise. I can turn this around. Just give me a chance, Damian..." I pleaded. But he gently pulled my arms away and stepped back. "I want a divorce," he said and ears began to ring.

He actually expected her to strip. In a place like this?! Her eyes flicked instinctively toward the door. What if someone walked in? Hadn’t he already trampled on her dignity enough? Why was he pushing this far—over a divorce he clearly wanted? “Don’t do this,” she forced out, her voice tight. He didn’t even blink. “Don’t you want this divorce?” she asked, voice shaking with anger. “Don’t you want to make Elowin your wife?” For a moment, there was nothing in his expression—as if he had shut that part of himself off completely.

he asked. I heaved a sigh, "I can't say for sure, but I can tell it is sprained, she just has to rest the leg." He nodded. "And you are fine? Is everything okay with you?" I could hear the slight worry in his tone. But the truth was that I had nothing to say. What was I going to tell him, that I was sexually attracted to my wife's daughter? Yeah right, I could already tell what would be going through his mind.

Tears streamed down my face, and my sobs echoed through the room. "I don't have anywhere else to go." My voice cracked as I continued begging him. “Maddie can keep the child. I'll raise the child, but please don't let us get a divorce”. I cried making such horrible bargains, but that was the only choice I had left. There was nowhere to run or turn to. I've invested all I have into this marriage, even given him the signatory to my account and letting go of my dream to become a journalist. But all my pleas fell on deaf ears. "Just sign the papers! And leave this house," he said angrily, throwing a pen at me.

Shadrack was at the edge of collapsing. No matter how he begged and pitiful he looked Alia refused to listen to him. In the end he had no option but to sign the divorce agreement. He stood in the window of their room remembering that day. It has been a month since they divorced. He hasn't gone to work that whole month. He chased every one from the Lule's to approach him especially when his mother called him a week after Alia left him to inform him that his grandma brought that woman at their home.

He said with a surprised look as he titled his head. "Any way", he murmured as he came closer. “So I need you to sign these papers, and I don’t want any drama, got it”. He continued as he threw the papers on the bed and left. As he was just about to reach the door, I composed myself, wiped off my tears and quickly rushed towards him. I fell on my knees holding one of his legs. “Harrison please, don’t do this to me, I will do anything for you but please don’t divorce me”. I begged.

He beseech me " I am sorry, I can't. I want a divorce" I confess " Please don't hit me " I beg immediately after my announcement as I close my eyes in fear. " I wouldn't" He assures " Rieka please" he beseech me equally in tear " I promise I won't hurt you again, give me one last chance" " You always say that, but do the same thing, again and again" I inform " I promise this time I will change" He cries " If I don't change, you're free to leave me" He says

he started, and I could only nod. “When you told me last night that you wanted a divorce, I wasn’t in the right state of mind to think about it as I am this morning. I thought about it while you were asleep, and I would like to ask you to try. I have made this an incredibly difficult journey for us both, but please!” He took my hand in his and cupped with desperate and pleading eyes. “I have only you and my parents left, one of which is missing. I’m afraid if I lose you, I’m only going to go insane,” he begged. “Please think of our possible future together, Carmen.”

I said. "First we get you a job. Something good, something that starts rebuilding your financial independence quietly. Then when you have enough to stand on your own two feet — you divorce him. You build from there. And when you are ready, when you are strong enough, you come back for your share of that business. It was willed to both of you by your grandparents. He cannot erase that. But you need to be in a position of strength before you go after it." I sat with that for a long moment.