Bride Pushed Into Pool Divorce Novels & Stories

“That is not even the wildest part. The person who pressed the charges? That is your wife?” “It is a long story.” Ben holds up one hand. “Let me be sure I have this. Your mother-in-law tried to push your wife off a bridge, and now you are trying to get her out of jail because…” Brandon looks around them before speaking in a low voice. “I need her to help me with a problem. Bianca left me. I do not know how she did it, but between last night and this morning, she had divorce papers sent to me. I have been served.”

“You really didn’t make me drown, did you?” “Yes, I can't possibly kill my own wife.” Belinda took a deep breath and then dove into the pool. Struggling to balance herself, she was constantly moving her arms and legs, so her husband spontaneously caught her and gave her a tight hug. "Belinda, calm down. The pool isn't deep. Your feet will probably hit the bottom." Belinda followed her husband's lead. She slowly tried to reach the bottom of the pool and stood facing him. She smiled shyly as she looked down and pushed her long, drenched hair away from her face.

The wedding day that had filled her with so much happiness, and endless promises felt like a far bitter memory. She had entered this marriage with hope and dreams of love, a partnership that would lead to a happy family but she was met with neglect and betrayal. Immediately after the documents were finalized, Marcus walked out without sparing her a glance. It hurt but she knew it was exactly what she wanted. Her freedom. She remained seated for a while as she processed everything. Her fingers slowly tapped on the edges of the divorce decree. She had imagined this moment, she thought she would break, drained by the end of her marriage, but surprisingly, not a single drop of fear came out.

But I failed. Because soon, I was snapped back to reality. Catherine had reported to my lawyer about my intention to take a second wife. Then, my lawyer came with a reminder of my prenup. I had signed a prenup when I married Catherine. She brought up the issue because she had suffered from an abusive marriage so she made me sign a prenup—which I willingly did because I loved her—to promise never to get another wife or be abusive to her, else eighty percent of the Holland wealth goes to her.

The hard heel of his leather shoe twisted slowly. Blinding pain exploded through my nerves, darkening my vision. These hands had once drawn countless designs for Daphne. They had created one-of-a-kind jewelry just for her. They had sketched the dream home we planned to build together. Now her new lover was trampling them in the most humiliating way possible. In the struggle, a rolled-up set of drawings slipped from the inner pocket of my jacket and fell onto the floor. It was the wedding gown sketch I had stayed up several sleepless nights designing for Daphne.

When she asked why I seemed off, I couldn’t keep it in anymore and spilled everything that had been on my mind all day. I arched one of my brows, waiting for her to continue. “Make them fall for each other,” she suggested. “Once your wife starts giving her attention to someone else, there’s a high possibility that she might be the one to initiate the divorce. Doesn’t that sound perfect?” I considered her suggestion carefully. Given the situation, it could actually work to my advantage. If it was successful, Amanda and I could finally be together again. We’d get married, and we’d build a life together just as we had always dreamed.

About whether I have found a way to bring her back into the fold. "You need to apologize," Vivienne says, her voice sharp and commanding. "You need to make her understand that the affair was a mistake. You need to get her to come back to you." "Mother, she is married to someone else. She is not coming back." "Then make her divorce him. You are a Thornwell. You do not give up. You fight."

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man. Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock. Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt for me. "Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?" "To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..." I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed my wife's number, begging her to come and clear things up. But she chose to defend the other man and coldly berated me in front of everyone: "There's nothing between us. I'm warning you for th

I don't know how Mom learned about his existence, and she told me that she was dying soon, and she wanted to see her grandson in her last days. Rachel kept trying to explain to me in frustration, sounding like she was the righteous one all along and even blaming me for not being understanding enough. However, all of her excuses mean nothing to me anymore. I didn't want to continue listening to her anymore either. In addition to that, Shirley clearly looked as fit as a fiddle during the wedding. She certainly didn't look like she was anywhere near knocking on death's door. "Rachel Brady, since our fake divorce is now real, that means we need to settle our assets and properties properly. I've

Mikhaila said as Alek chuckled. "I forgot to tell you ,but my lawyers will be visiting you tomorrow with a divorce paper. I advise you to sign it before he leaves" Alek said as Mikhaila's mouth hung open I surprise, Amber didn't even try to look at her as she continued with her food. "You can not divorce me because I am pregnant, because I won't let you bring in your whore of mistress into my home you're saying you want a divorce!" Mikhaila said raising her voice and getting much attention,some people stopped what they were doing and focused on them, Amber felt very stupid and angry but she had to act like she wasn't bothered as she slowly kept on eating the food In Front of her, Alek didn't