Arthur Rockefeller Strikes Back After Divorce Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Stop making a fool out of yourself, Anita. Don’t you have any shame? You’re married. Leave. Me. Alone.” “Oh, so you’d listen to me if I told you I’m not married anymore?” She asked with a chuckle. “What do you mean?” “I divorced him, just so you know.” “It’s none of my business. Don’t you call this number anymore?” “You’re going to get rid of this number? Then I’ll find your house and pay you a visit. Trust me, Arthur. I’m not going to give up on you easily. You know that about me. I won't give up.”

But the truth will bring you back. Attached was a document. The divorce filing. Unsigned. My breath caught painfully as reality crashed down on me. I was not just facing my past. I was still legally trapped inside it.

Walking through the door, I wasn’t in the mood to listen to anything that he had to say. “Sophia?” My steps faltered as I stared at the face I hoped never existed. He had that cocky grin as he tried to move closer. Jean. I took a step back, a hand wrapping around my waist to hold me steady, “I leave you for a second and you are already attracting people,” Marcus teased. Jean frowned, “Don’t tell me that you are still with this old….” “You have a wife, Jean, maybe you should be more involved in her life than mine!” I hissed.

When her hand was suddenly grabbed, Zoey was stunned for a moment, and then her heart became hot. She was a little excited when she suddenly heard his words. Zoey looked up and glanced at him in surprise. "Don't! You... look scary. What happened?" "Natalie... Has she divorced John?" She didn't understand why he suddenly asked such a question, but Zoey still answered honestly, "No!" "No?" Arthur's reaction was abnormal, and Zoey immediately realized something. "What do you mean by this? Is she divorced?" Speaking of this, Zoey's eyes widened, and then she said angrily, "F*ck! Isn't that guy going too far? He hadn't shown for two years, and divorce Natalie as soon as he comes back?"

“You will regret it, Sierra. The love you think is so horrible now would be worse out there. You want custody? Fine! Have that brat! But I assure you, no man would want you a divorcee with a child.” Vance was back in my head. I pulled Arthur in a kiss. He didn't object and let me take control. His fingers held me close as he lifted me off the ground with himself. He pulled away, helping me take a seat. He tucked some strands of my hair behind my ear. “Ready to speak to me now?” he asked. I shook my head. “Can we go out?” I asked. Arthur smiled. “Anywhere in mind?” he asked, and I shook my head.

Anastasia smiled sarcastically at her cruel fate. "Understand! You want me to understand that you want to divorce me all of a sudden? Do you think I didn't see the news? For how long were you cheating on me, Mr. Arthur George ?" Anastasia shouted at him angrily. Arthur's face twisted in anger and annoyance.

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

She wept and asked, "How can you do this to me, Ty? We agreed to get married." Tyler shoved her away. "This is none of your business. Get lost!" He turned back to me. "What do you say, Rory?" "Tyler Stone!" Ruth screamed, losing her composure. "I won't let you get back together with her! You have to marry me!" She glared daggers at me. "How dare you seduce my boyfriend when you're already married, Aurora! You're shameless!" Honestly, they were each crazier than the last. I'd already told Tyler countless times that I was married—he was the one who refused to give up. What did that have to do with me?

My mind went blank, and before I even processed what I was doing, my hand swung across his cheek. Timothy stared at me blankly. After all, the slap had come out of nowhere. But I couldn't hold it in anymore. How could he give away my child and still talk about having another one with me as if nothing mattered? He tightened his grip around my wrist, anger darkening his eyes as he stepped closer. "Who gave you the nerve to hit me?" "You make me sick," I spat through gritted teeth. "Did you forget? We're getting divorced. If I ever have another baby, it won't be with you."