Dad Get A Divorce With Mom Novel Novels & Stories

Realizing there was nothing to be gained financially, Mom, who had previously refused to divorce at all costs, immediately went to the courthouse to file for divorce. Something inside Dad snapped. He transferred all of his debts to Mom. "You're the reason I don't have a son or daughter, you worthless bitch! You think you can get away? I'll make your life a living hell!" The two of them got into a violent brawl over financial disputes. In the end, Mom died from excessive blood loss, whereas Dad ended up behind bars. Funnily enough, both of them thought of me in their final moments. "If only I had another son in this life, at least the company would still be around.

I finished for him, and he gave me a nervous nod. “Pretty much, yeah. Plus they just fell out of love with each other. Don’t know if shit like that happens, but it did with them. The latest years if their marriage was filled with obligation only because they wanted to give me a whole family. But they couldn’t force it. They couldn’t do that to themselves. Dad went on a business trip to France and hooked up with some French woman who had his balls wrapped around her fingers. She was all he talked about when he came back. Weird, mom was actually supporting him. They then discussed divorce and the rest was history.” I summed up everything in a few words, although it hadn’t occurred in such simp

I spun, looking back toward the living room, my fists clenching, my mind searching for some thread of reason in the chaos. My mother’s voice finally cut through, soft but sharp, slicing through the confusion like a knife. “Oh, Dylan… I was so happy when I heard that Eva is carrying your child.” I froze. “What? You said that to my wife?” My voice cracked, panic crawling up my chest like fire. I turned sharply to Eva, my eyes wide, my heart hammering in my ribs. Eva’s smile was cruel, sharp, and so unnerving. “I did,” she said slowly, deliberately. “I also… fast-tracked the divorce. All according to your plan… kind of.”

She raised her hands as she started to count, “Mama left, Grand mama left, aunt Edwina left too” My eyes went to Aaron, question in them. He shook his head, “I’ll tell you later” he said. I gave her my attention again, “Do you know if they wanted to leave on purpose or if it just happened?” She shook her head, stubbornness building in them, “They could have stayed if they wanted to. They left because they got tired of me.” her hands fell on Aaron beside her. “Daddy’s the only one who doesn’t get tired of me”

"Yeah, I'll probably make it down on Sunday. I'll be off then. Why didn't she call me?" "She didn't want to bother the big college girl," Dad said. "Right. I move out and forget all of the small people. How long is she staying? What's the occasion? "She's getting a divorce," Dad said with a chuckle. Jane stopped and handed her ID card to the worker behind the register, who scanned it and handed it back to her. "What? She's divorcing Jeremey already? What's it been? A year?' "Who knows," Dad mumbled. "The girl can't keep a man."

It was something I didn't want to happen, but there was nothing I could do at that moment! My father sighed deeply. "Caitlyn Christian, why are you seeing it that way? This divorce has nothing to do with how I treat Ada and Flora!" "It's the same!" She yelled, and my father could only look at her with guilt in his eyes. "Caitlyn Christian, I want to divorce you because I have never loved you." The crazy look on my mother's face froze as she heard this, and then she suddenly lowered her head, letting her hair cover her face. Her appearance was terrifying at that moment. She looked like a ghost…

Husbands and wives argue at times. “No, that’s not the problem, Nana. I have two divorce cases to work on—a man who caught his wife cheating and a woman who caught her husband cheating,” I said, carefully watching Lyra and Desmond’s reactions. A tiny flash of fear flickered across their faces. “Oh, okay, take some rest. I want to finish my food before I come join you,” Lyra interrupted immediately. I gave a faint smile and turned to leave. Nana got to her feet as well.

Instead, I reach into my purse, pull out the divorce envelope, and hand it to her. Isabelle snatches them up, her eyes skimming the words. Silence. Then followed by a slow inhale. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” She bolts upright, her voice booming, and I swear my ears ring. I blink. “Jesus, Isa—” “No, Jesus Isa nothing! Damian wants a divorce?! On your fucking birthday?! That scum sucking, sewer rat of a man?!” She paces abruptly like she’s trying to keep herself from committing murder.

It was not conclusive, but partial reports say that his father had dealings with thugs in suits, businessmen who are working with the underground. Maybe that’s the reason why Damon can’t fire her. And that is also the reason why I am treading my way carefully around her. I hugged Mom. “Mom, I am already married to Gwen. Can’t you at least be civil with her?” Mom sighed, and with the back of her hand pressed to her forehead, she told me, “You can always divorce her. Or better yet, I can ask someone from the civil registrar to erase any evidence of your marriage.” I shook my head just like how Damon does it.

Lydia came rushing in, fumbled the first-aid kit out from under the coffee table, and knelt to bandage him up. I stood where I was and watched them. Somewhere along the way, she'd come to know this home better than I did. "Theo, your hand's bleeding, hold still—" She wound the gauze and glanced back at me, her eyes rimmed red. "I'm sorry, Vera. This is all my fault." "Once I'm divorced and I've had this baby, I'll disappear." At that, Theo's face slowly shifted. He pulled Lydia to her feet and said coldly, "That's enough. Don't beg her. She's always been cold. She wouldn't understand."