Brotherly Fortress After Divorce นิยาย & เรื่องราว

On the other hand, at least she knows her place,’ he thought, walking to his office. It has been a few years since the divorce. As soon as that former human wife of his left, Forrest proceeded to call his secretary to end his contract with his ‘in-laws’, now that there was no need to keep up the fake marriage act. There were times when they apparently had called him and questioned why the contract had ended, but Forrest didn’t deal with that. Not when it clearly stated in their deal that so long as he was married to their daughter, their partnership would go on.

His heart ached for her. He hadn't expected his divorce to hurt his sister-in-law so much. He said softly, "It's alright. It's all in the past now. I'll always be your brother-in-law. Let me take you home now." He picked June up and turned to leave, but the thugs blocked his path. Frederick saw them and remembered how they had tried to drag June off. He spoke icily, and there was a cold light in his eyes, "Move aside if you don't want to die!"

He'd been a sweet brother, but he changed, and I still don't know what changed him. I still remember it. Just three days after my 'good' older brother's abrupt disappearance, my biological father — I don't like hearing myself call him 'Dad' — ended his marriage with Mom. He divorced her. In her darkest of times. What kind of person does that? That was so wicked of him. Just like my brother, he didn't just disappear for no reason. Weeks later, I found out that he was now with his new family, living a new life, in a new place I didn't know where. I hope they're far from us. Also Sean. I'd surely be pissed off if I know they were just there on the corners of this inner city. That would be very,

Jo was still gaping at his brother’s attitude this time. Wondering why his brother is still unstable, like before. Since the divorce incident with Armando, this aqua-eyed woman had thought that her sister had become a new person since that incident. Catherine is often a defender for her husband who is always insulted, but why is now all changing, without the slightest sign. “Cathy, what are you doing?” Jo asked, still trying to be nice to her brother. Cathy stood with her hands on her hips and looked cynically at her little sister.

Lucas stepped out, waving casually. “You know,” he said, walking closer, “I do have a house. We can’t keep meeting in weird places. First, a local bar, now this empty parking lot. You’re ruining my aesthetic, you are weird wifey.” She ignored the sarcasm and handed him a brown envelope. “Here’s your copy of the signed divorce papers. I don’t need anything from you. Think of it as your parting gift. My brother’s alive because of you, I’ll give you that. Even though it cost me everything because of your selfish pride. But still, thanks.”

My hands pushed against his wrist. "It is none of your business," I gasped as his grip got a little tighter. "Everything you do is my business," he yelled. "No, it stopped being your business the moment you walked away," I forced out, my voice strained. "Whatever this is you have going on with my brother, I demand you end it now," he warned with darkened eyes. “You do not get to tell me what to do." I almost laughed, and this reaction hit him so hard that I felt his hand loosen a little; the anger was still in the air, but at least I could breathe now.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. His face blanched further, and he avoided my gaze. "Ross just got married, and his wife is pregnant—their expenses are piling up. My parents mentioned his low salary, and as the older brother, I couldn't just sit back. They're right. Siblings should have each other's backs." I leaned against the wall to keep myself from collapsing, the ridiculousness of it all hitting me like a slap in the face. I'd poured everything I had into building our home, while he was dumping money into his brother's never-ending pit.

He seemed to have found the perfect outlet to vent, glaring at me and yelling, "You just want to force me to renovate that stupid marital house, don't you? I'm telling you, I refuse! I'm also divorcing you! Are you happy now?" With that said, he sped away, leaving only a cloud of foul exhaust fumes. I stood there, my ankle throbbing in pain, but my heart was deathly calm. That night, I called my brother, Liam Montana, who lived a thousand miles away. I poured my heart out about everything that had happened over the past two weeks. On the other end of the line, Liam's voice trembled with anger, but it eventually softened into gentle comfort. "You did the right thing. Come home. I'm waiting fo

I could almost see the calculations forming behind his eyes. Then he laughed. There was no humour in it. “Divorce,” he repeated. “Ha. Ha. Ha.” “Yes,” I said. “You and I were never really in love. Our marriage was a mistake, and it’s over. The years you spent terrorising me, manipulating me....they’re over. I’m done.” His jaw tightened. “Who’s helping you?” he demanded. “That weak aunt of yours? Isn’t it?” He leaned closer, his voice low.

Two documents were at the very top—a divorce agreement and an agreement to revoke a property gift. Fixing Lucas with a cold look, I said, "Sign the papers. I paid for this house in full before our marriage, and it's also under my name. As for that BMW X5 you're driving? It was paid for by my father. The contract of purchase is right here to prove it. "You have 24 hours to get the hell out of my house, and don't forget to take your 'bros' and your trash out with you." My gaze swept across Winona Langdon as I spoke, and it was clear who I was referring to by "trash".