Novel & Cerita After The Divorce, He Begged

He straightened his posture, set his phone on the table. “Devia,” he said flatly. “Let’s get a divorce.” I froze. My entire body turned rigid. The words hit me like a storm. “W-what did you say?” My voice cracked. He met my eyes without a blink. “I want to end this marriage. We were never truly in love. So… why continue?” My knees weakened, but I forced myself to stay standing. “You… you can’t be serious, right? Argan, listen—I was just about to tell you something—”

“Gevan, you can insult me as much as you want. But don’t teach your own son not to respect his mother. That is a huge mistake.” “Enough, Sheena!” Gevan pointed harshly toward the bedroom door. “Go back to the room right now. Don’t make things worse. And tomorrow, after the school event, I will call a lawyer to file for divorce!” Sheena stood tall. “So, you really want to divorce me?” She let out a bitter laugh. “Yes, it’s better if we get divorced!” Gevan raised his voice even louder. “You’re nothing but an embarrassment! Claudia knows far better how to calm Ghani than you ever could.”

When others asked about me, he would mock me with disdain. Eventually, after fully taking control of both companies, he cut me off completely—no dividends, no shares, not even a monthly allowance. So now, as Evan carefully tended to my wounds, I couldn’t resist tugging on his sleeve and whining softly. "I don’t want to go home. Can I stay with you for a few days?" When he didn’t immediately respond, I looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, putting on my best pitiful expression. In my previous life, Evan had left the country not long after this, and we hadn’t had much contact. But when he found out I was getting divorced, he returned without hesitation to help me.

"I walked in and heard the word 'bastard'! Ella, I've accommodated you enough! I'll give you whatever you want. Property, funds, next quarter's jewelry budget. I also said I'd compensate you. I'd celebrate the birthday with you both. What more do you want? Must you make this house a complete mess?" "Compensation?" Ella suddenly laughed. That laugh made Alexander freeze. "Alexander, I don't need your compensation! I don't need your charity! I don't need your false promises!" She stood up. Her eyes were bloodshot. But the tears didn't fall. "You ask what I want? Fine. I'll tell you. I want a divorce!" The entire living room fell into dead silence. Alexander stared at her. Like he'd heard the m

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’

Everyone at Hartwell Group knew I loved Julian without a shred of dignity. I was the one who got him through his four most dangerous years. When there was an incident at one of the hotels, I went in his place. When the press had the group surrounded, I stood in front of the cameras for him. When protesters closed in on him, I put myself between them and took more than a dozen stitches in my arm. So when Julian gained full control of the group, our divorce became final, and he immediately announced his engagement to my sister Claire. Everyone looked at me with pity. I could accept that Julian did not love me. I could accept that on the very day our four-year marriage ended, he got engaged to

He looked really nervous, and it was making me uneasy. “I want to thank you,” he began in a low voice. “For everything… for fighting for me, for the kids, for us. I know it hasn’t been easy.” I frowned. “You don’t need to thank me. This is what I chose. What’s on your mind, baby?” He hesitated, then his eyes met mine. “I want us to leave this place, after tomorrow. After the divorce. I want us to start fresh, far away. We have settled everything we came here to do.”

Maybe… maybe he wouldn’t pursue the divorce if she begged him to. Swallowing her pride, she knelt on the cold hard floor before raising her head to him. “Please, don't divorce me. I love you. I will lose my mind if you leave me. I love you so much… I don't want anyone else to have you…” she pleaded miserably, something she had never done for anyone before.

he picked up a spatula, turning toward the stove where I now noticed eggs cooking, "—if you'd seen the state I was in when Giuseppe found me after my divorce, you wouldn't be so hard on yourself about one night of too much wine." The casual revelation—that he'd been married, divorced, vulnerable—caught me off guard. "You were married?" "Briefly." He flipped the eggs with practiced ease. "Long enough to learn some expensive lessons about trust." I wasn't sure how to respond to this glimpse into his personal life. It humanized him in a way that made me uncomfortable—easier to keep my distance when he was just the perfect, untouchable CEO. "Hungry?" he asked, changing the subject as he slid egg

And then he looked back up but just above my shoulders. “What can I do?” he asked. “How can I prove to you that I’m serious? That I’m not the same man who hurt you?” I shook my head. "Nothing. There's nothing at all. It's over. We've signed the divorce papers. It'd be long over." I looked at him, my heart aching despite myself. "Please." I begged. A soft groan left his lips.