Arthur Rockefeller Strikes Back After Divorce Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I've already signed that divorce agreement." Mindy screamed at me, "No! I don't accept it!" Just then, a childish voice came from behind. Holding a toy, Anthony peered over in confusion. "Dad, who is this?" Everyone fell silent instantly. Mindy's eyes immediately turned red as she stared at Anthony. "Who is this? Did you get remarried?" Startled, Anthony quickly burrowed into my arms. I comforted him and retorted to Mindy, "What does it have to do with you?"

Silence filled the room, the only sound being the ticking of the clock and the voices on the TV. Ryan’s face twisted in disdain as he scoffed, his eyes burning with rage. He stood up and advanced towards Melinda, his movements threatening, causing her to instinctively retreat, her heart pounding. He then seized the divorce papers from her grasp and ripped them to shreds, the sound echoing in the parlor. “You think this piece of paper means shit to me?” he mocked. “You’re mine! Mine forever!” he continued. Tears filled Melinda’s eyes as she implored Ryan, her voice trembling. “Ryan, please let’s not make this harder than it already is!”

Jotham opened his beautiful green eyes and then checked his wristwatch, "thank goodness you are awake, Julie. It's been three days since you've passed and I've not left your side since." "Who cares? Like you didn't cause all these? Where's that man you were punching blue-black? Where's my husband?" "Dr. T had promised to divorce you. You need to sign the divorce papers, Julie." "You must be insane. Why will I divorce my husband?" "Cause I'm the only man who can have you." "Where's is he? I need to see him." "Only after you have agreed to sign his divorce papers." "No. Why are you ruining my happy life, Jotham. Go for your 'Mirabel." Why are you this obsessed with me when you had me in the pa

She could not even swallow her meal as it would not stop itself from hanging in her throat. “Lorenzo!” “You wanted me to marry and I have done that. Whoever I marry should never bother you. After all, yours didn't exactly bother me.” Silence fell in the room again and while they all watched him, he resumed eating his food. “He will come around, father. He is just being rebellious,” the guy who had been silent all along, Arthur said. Lorenzo raised his head and then shook his head at the man, “You don't wanna patronize me.”

“She can't respond to your messages because your darling wife whom you wouldn't stop boasting about isn't home” I turned to look at him as the expression on my face darkened despite the confusion that swirled in my chest. “What are you talking about?” A scoff left his mouth. “Your wife isn't home, she is here dancing her life away as a stripper” All the anger that I had been trying to hold inside of me exploded because, in the next minute, I lunged at Alfred, gripping him by the collar of the shirt while pushing him so hard that his back slammed against the wall.

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.

Vivienne said, walking over to the marble island where Arthur had left the document folder before he departed. "Because it’s the truth, Vivienne, and you know as well as I do that a divorce will leave you with nothing but a standard settlement, which won't even cover your current lifestyle once you lose the Ashford name," Roman stated coldly, his arrogance blinding him to the actual reality of the woman standing across from him.

“You left me alone with our son!” The moment the woman screamed this, Rita sprung out of her seat. The chair scraped against the floor, resounding in the silent hall. “What did you say?” She bellowed. The woman was unmoved by the menace in her voice, and continued to ignore her, eyes on Arthur. “You told me you divorced your wife! That she was unbearable!” “Shut up!” Arthur’s body locked up with both rage and fear. “You’re a liar! I’ve never met either of you!”

he finally muttered. I hung up. It was done. At breakfast, the smell of sizzling butter filled the kitchen. Arthur was at the stove, humming to himself while he flipped a pancake. When I told him my plan, the spatula froze mid-air. He turned around, his eyes wide. "You are going where?" he asked. "To the Richardson estate," I said. "One last time to finish the divorce."

But he had caught her hand as she cut into a steak. Her ring finger, the one that should have had her wedding band on it, only held a faint pale mark. I closed the app and slipped off the wedding ring I had worn for three years. Then, I sent the completed divorce agreement to Evelyn. The next second, her call came through. "Arthur, what the hell are you doing? You know I can't leave you, so you're using that against me, aren't you?" I let out a self-mocking laugh. "You must be having a great time taking Thomas to the most famous date-night restaurant in town."