Bride Pushed Into Pool Divorce Novels & Stories

His veins were popping on his forehead since he couldn't stop himself from gritting his teeth. At the same time, he had this burning emotion in his heart which made him want nothing but to see her crawling to his feet and begging to get back to his life. 'Huh! That day, I will make her understand that she has no other place to stay except with me,' Kayden thought to herself and dialled a number to talk to his assistant. "Yes, boss!" "I am divorcing Clover. I want the process to be finished within a week," Kayden said as he darted toward his car and hopped into the driver's seat.

"Noelle Zavala, don't forget—you and Jensen are already divorced! If you've got anger, take it out on me, not my husband. Watch yourself, or I'll call the police!" Even when Jensen tried to hold her back, Brooke jabbed her finger at me again and again, and even grabbed for something to throw. "I get it now—you're just making a scene to steal my husband's attention. That's your plan, huh? Divorce him only to crawl back in as the mistress? "Let me tell you something, Noelle Zavala—give up that fantasy! Jensen divorced you because he had already made his choice. He doesn't love you. You can scream and yell all you want, but that's not going to change the fact that you aren't wanted."

So what option did they give you? "I have less than 6 hours to leave this Country and divorce my husband." Mr. Miner stands up and does that ridiculous chuckle or laugh of his. "Look! Let's make a deal. Call their bluff! Leave the Country for a few months! I get paid, and I'll pay you a quarter of a million dollars. I know you could use the money. I'll destroy the photos, and you and Mr. Morton can stay married and get back together later, richer and happier for it."

It reminded her of the last birthday party her employees had thrown for her, a memory that now felt distant and bittersweet. As Zion repeatedly glanced at his wristwatch, Ayva's mind raced with thoughts of Martinez, the divorce attorney Justin had recommended the previous day. "You need substantial evidence to protect your asset. You didn't sign a prenup so there's a high chance the judge might have him claim ownership of half of your fortune." His words echoed in her head. While Ayva already possessed a video capturing their intimate encounter, she knew she needed more evidence to strengthen her divorce case. As Amanda gracefully emerged from the grand entrance of the apartment complex, Ayv

"Walden George, are you going to divorce me? Are you crazy? I'm telling you. You can't divorce me! Why do you want to divorce me? You have no reason!" Walden calmly retorted. "No reason? You took all the money away and fled when I was seriously injured and in a coma. I believe the court will know how to decide this. Hilda, we're husband and wife. Don't make things so ugly. Let's have a divorce peacefully!" Because they were husband and wife, Hilda knew that once Walden wanted a divorce, it would not be a joke! She knew that it was irreversible, but she refused to accept it. When she turned to glance at Savannah, who was standing at the side, she vented all her anger on Savannah. She took two

“FIVE MILLION?” “Whether you like it or not, you will do as I say.” He moved toward his chair and sat down like he never cared. “You are going to marry him.” “You cannot force me to do what I don’t want to do.” I retorted as my hands shook from the pent up anger. “Just like you did with Mom.” Something flickered across his face. “Ella. This is my business. My company. Can you think about something beyond yourself for once? You heard him, three days. After that I lose everything.”

His voice remains steady, almost triumphant. “She carries my child. We are getting married in a few weeks.” The world tilts. My knees nearly buckle. Cameras flash around us, capturing every humiliating second. Whispers ripple through the crowd like a growing storm. I stand there frozen, the divorce papers suddenly thrust into my trembling hands by his lawyer. “Sign them, Poppy,” Barid says flatly. “My lawyer will handle the properties and the rest of the assets.”

" I read the text and I felt the corners of my eyes glistening with tears. ”I thought you were going to push me away but you didn't, which led to what happened. You are free to move out of the house and the document has been submitted to the court for finalization." ”If you want half of the property as stated in the divorce contract, I will transfer them in money for you. Delete father contact from your list because I will inform him about the divorce news myself." ”Also, I got the contract I was planning to secure with his help. I hope we never meet again Emily"

She was cuts off by him. "Let's get a divorce" This time around, his voice wasn't cold, but calm. Beatrice felt a hard bang in her head. What? A divorce? Her eyes dilated in shock. "Marriage isn't what we can just end... This is what he wants, and that was why he framed me up. You doing this will only....." Again, he cuts her off. "I will have the documents sent to you later. For now, I don't wanna see your disgusting face. Start packing your things, I shouldn't meet you here" He said and walked past her, he was near the door when he stopped and turned back to look at her.

My wife, Monica, hated the smell of alcohol, so I had never once seen her drink. Not even at the celebration for my succession as Don did she touch a single drop. That changed at a Family banquet, when a party game broke out halfway through. Monica lost. The penalty: sit on the lap of your one true love and share a lovers' toast. Without a second of hesitation, she picked up her glass, settled onto Dillon's lap, and drank it down. The room erupted in cheers, and every pair of eyes turned to me with the same expectation. They were waiting for me to flip the table and storm out. But I just watched Monica in silence, slid the ring off my finger, and placed a set of divorce papers in front of he