Become His Beloved After Divorce Novels & Stories

“Tomorrow, I will set you up on a TV show. You will be asked about Vivian and the pregnancy. And you will explain that you are more than willing to welcome her as part of the family. Okay, baby...” He reached out to touch me, but I swatted his hand away sharply. The audacity of this man to suggest such a thing without a shred of remorse. If there had been any doubt left in me a minute ago, it vanished completely. This was not the man I thought I had fallen in love with and married. Right now, I wasn’t even sure if that man had ever existed, or if he was just something my delusions had created. “I want a divorce,” I said flatly. “I spoke to my lawyer. He will be here with the papers in the mo

"You should go home. If that's what you think, then don't come see Daphne anymore. You'll only be a bad influence on her." Harriett clearly felt humiliated in front of me, but since Timothy didn't take her side, there was nothing she could do. She eventually stormed off, glaring at me before she left. Her heels clicked away, and Timothy's gaze settled on me. "What you told my mom earlier… Did you mean it?" I paused. "Which part?" "Even if I return Daphne to you, you'll still want a divorce?" I kept my voice steady as I said, "Our issues have nothing to do with Daphne. Timothy, I don't love you anymore. With or without her, I'm getting a divorce."

“It’s Aaron. He doesn’t seem to want the divorce.” “WHAT? No way.” Cecelia couldn’t believe it. “You saw how crushed he was when his mom broke him and Ami up. He was a wreck, remember? And Ami left, married someone else out of spite—she never wanted that, she’s never stopped loving him.” That breakup had been messy, and everyone close to them had felt their pain. What should’ve been a happy reunion now seemed painfully complicated. Frank sighed. “I know. I get it. But at the end of the day, it’s up to them. Honestly? I don’t even know what Aaron’s thinking anymore.”

My name written in a cursive sprawl quickly became blurry as tears began to build. “I forgot how much of a meddling bitch you are. How about you do us a favor and either get lost or shut up so I can talk to Raelynn. It’s important.” Chandler ignored her loud shriek of spanish slurs that was yelled in his direction. His focus remained on me, the volume of his voice rising to speak louder than Daniella. “I’m getting married. And I wanted you to-” “Are you fucking-” “Married?” I squeaked.

Let me make it up to you tonight, Wife. Sincerely and literally yours -Your handsome husband. ' A glass of clean water was placed next to it. Together with some medicines that are neatly arranged. At the bottom of each meds, was a few pieces of note that has a complete written instruction of how and when to use them. Never in my wildest dream, that we will one day end up with a divorce. That the marriage we planned so hard will one day be nothing but a joke. I never thought that his love would change.

“You can’t own me just because of a piece of paper. Love can’t be forced, Argan!” But he only leaned closer, locking my eyes with his. “If love can fade, then I’ll make you feel it again. I won’t let you go, Devia.” My heart pounded wildly. I wanted to scream, but my body was weak. “Let me go, Argan… I don’t want this…” He didn’t listen. His hand cupped my cheek, warm, trembling. “Please… don’t talk about divorce anymore. I’ll change. I’ll fix everything.”

the man said before turning around leaving a pale Travis. From the man’s words, he understood that Elaine had already known what had happened at night. His eyes turned cold as he couldn’t believe that he had let that family bully her, and he had promised that he would always be at her side. His eyes became watery, but he was too stubborn to shed tears. He took the divorce agreement and went through it, then sighed before returning it to the envelope. He went and placed it in his safe to keep it safe, as to him, that was the only thing that Elaine had left to him, and he wasn’t going to sign it no matter what.

I stood up immediately and stepped away. “I’m fine.” He looked at me, not convinced. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” My heart trembled. There were so many things I wanted to say. I did not want the divorce. I loved him. I was pregnant with his child. And that gift… Did it mean something? Did he still care, even a little? I opened my mouth. But before I could speak “Even after the divorce,” he said calmly, “you will still be my sister.” “You can rely on me like family.”

When I glanced at my father, I hoped he would realize that Aria was not the best choice for me, but it seemed he was satisfied with Aria’s reasoning. “Then, it’s settled. The wedding will be set as soon as possible,” he told me before turning to leave me alone with a crazy woman. “Damn! Damn it!” I cursed non stop after he left. This wasn’t how I had imagined my life would turn out. I had always envisioned marrying someone I loved, someone like Natalia. But now, that future is gone, and it is replaced by this cold, loveless arrangement with Aria. How cunning of her!