Novel & Cerita Choosing First Love? I Divorce

He pushed the second envelope toward me. “Divorce,” he said softly. “If you want a family, Cheryl—really want one—I won’t stop you. I love you. I love you with every part of me. But I can’t give you that. I’m not going to change my mind. And I don’t want to see you sacrifice something so important for me.” My hands trembled. My head dropped into my palms as a sob broke from my throat. “I don’t want you to look back one day and hate yourself. Or hate me. I want you to have that choice. A real one. No pressure. No shame. Just the truth.”

He straightened his posture, set his phone on the table. “Devia,” he said flatly. “Let’s get a divorce.” I froze. My entire body turned rigid. The words hit me like a storm. “W-what did you say?” My voice cracked. He met my eyes without a blink. “I want to end this marriage. We were never truly in love. So… why continue?” My knees weakened, but I forced myself to stay standing. “You… you can’t be serious, right? Argan, listen—I was just about to tell you something—”

“I know. It just feels like... I don’t know. Like I’m stuck in between. He’s getting married, and I’m just... here.” “You’re not just here, Lil,” Claire said firmly. “You’re building a new life. It may not feel like it now, but you’re moving forward too. You’ve been through more than most people your age ever will, and you’ve come out stronger because of it.” Lillian nodded, though the ache in her chest still lingered. “I don’t even want to be with him,” she admitted. “It’s just weird. Seeing him with someone else.” Claire smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind Lillian’s ear. “First love is always hard to let go of, even when you’re ready. It’s okay to feel sad about it. It doesn’t

' and she was not my match since her standard was lower than mine . ' I have tortured her for divorce , first she said no and endure it and now I haven't raised my hand on her from the past 2 months .. she gave me Divorce .. why ! ? ' ' why did she divorce me ? ' ' you always wanted divorce now you got it ... So , you want to know why ! .. are you crazy or you have became due to happiness ! ' his inner self mocked him . ' no it's not like whatever you're thinking .. I am just being curious to know her reason because what is that which is more painful than getting abuse torture

“Since when did you start caring for her so much, anyway?” “You filed for a divorce ninety-nine times. You said she disgusted you, that you felt suffocated.” she continued. “And now that she’s finally gone, why can't you just accept it?” She stared at me for a moment before her eyes widened. Lovie stumbled back, “Don’t tell me,” she raised her hand, pointing at me. “Don’t tell me that you’ve… you’ve actually fallen for her, haven’t you?” My throat tightened. She grabbed my collar, “Do you really love that cripple?”

"No! It's not like that! We're going to start all over again! Please, Ava! Give me another chance, please ..." "I can't! My decision is final! I'm going to sign those divorce papers, and please just disappear from my life forever! I don't want to see you anymore! Just get along with Allison. After all, you have a lot in common, and you agree on everything." "No! We're just friends! Believe it or not, we're just—” "I don't believe in you! You made me think that you loved Ally so many times! She was your first love and your priority in life. Then, now what happened?" she added and continued to laugh.

I said, now full blown crying, my heart clenching in the pain of the sadness I felt. Hiccuping, I continued. “I want to give myself a chance. I want to decide for myself, for the first time in my life. I didn't get to choose when my parents left me, I didn't get to choose a family in the foster system, and I didn't have a say in my own marriage. Now I have put my heart into the marriage, and actually fallen in love with him, yet all I got is a divorce paper. I want to give myself, give US, one last chance.”

No softness now. Better. "You already stole enough." "You chose the body over the memory. Don't pretend you are pure." The sentence hit because it was true in the ugliest way. I had chosen. Mothers always chose. The world only called it love when the right people survived. I tightened my grip on the key until its teeth cut deeper into my palm. "I don't need to be pure to be his mother." Valerius lifted one hand. The beam shifted. Below us, the sanctuary lifts started moving again.

He replies, frozen in shock, his eyes watching Leila with the intensity of a predator observing its prey. Leila makes a face at him, hating how she cannot hide the sadness that comes with the decision she is making but she cannot continue in her marriage. Tatum has no real love or respect for her and she is certain it is only a matter of time before he kicks her out of his life. “I want….to divorce…….the Alpha,” Leila repeats, fiddling with her fingers and dropping her head to avoid Kelvin’s watchful gaze.

I added solemnly, "My decision to divorce you was the result of cautious consideration. You should know how much I cherish relationships. I devote myself to the person I love without holding back. I'd give them my all in the present, regardless of what may happen to us in the future. "I did the same thing to my ex, but we broke up on good terms. I didn't hide that from you, did I? You accepted my imperfections then, but somehow, you decided that I wasn't good enough for you. Tell me, what was your purpose when you first got in touch with me?"