Daddy Mommy Don't Divorce Novels & Stories

“What if your father is playing a prank on us right now?* Eartha suggested, probably trying to Freddie up and it worked. Freddie was back on his usual countenance again. “Thank you Eartha. It's barely a week since I divorced her, so how could she have gotten married to my father? Even if they did get married, I would have found out.” Whatever he wants to say to suit his delusion. “Maddie,” Camden said, "I turned to him immediately. “Come with me.” They exchanged glances at each other as they watched us walking away. Odora looked like she got something to say but held it inside. Even though I kinda enjoy everything happening right now, I do feel bad for odours. Imagine being with a man for al

Katrina said Hearing this Anna's face was red too but in pain and shock. "Listen, I call you here because we want to break every relationship with you. You can not take your dad's name. For us you are dead and we will be too for you. If you are dribbling for love then go to your dead mom. Don't die here for it because no one here will not give a damm about it. We don't care if you live or die. And don't think those are my words only. Those are your dad's words too" Katrina said Fresh tears rolled down on Anna's cheeks.

And of course, Adira would want nothing more than to spend forever with Nikolai, but she needed to be sure he wanted the same thing as well. Was he still thinking about the divorce? She never wants this baby to be the reason he cancels the divorce. She never wants him to feel pressurized. If he's cancelling the divorce, it should be on his own accord and becuase he loves her, not because of the baby. Yet, that was where her worst fear comes in. What if he decides to go through with the divorce? Would she have to go on with the child by herself? Will her baby grow up without a father? The thought of it alone was fearful.

“What? No. But I want to be a father to you.” “Well, that’s good to hear because you scared mom. She’s afraid to let someone called Monica near me and she thinks you’ll let Monica make my life horrible. Are you going to let that happen or are you really divorcing Monica?” Heath entered the small alcove and let the curtain fall back into place. Did Geoffrey understand what divorce was?

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s if your mommy accepts my proposal.” His son tilted his head to the side. “Then we can help you, Dad.” He took a deep breath. “After the divorce, Mommy seems relieved though she is sad from time to time. But I think she is lonely too.” The little boy bent his head down. “I wonder if Daddy already forgets us ….” “I see …” Jacob cleared his throat. “I met with your daddy today, and he asked about your mommy and you two. He didn’t forget both of you. He also said your mommy and both of you are the most important thing in his life.”

I stare at him, confused, and he laughs. "Oh, come on, Trix. You fell for Damon, and I am sure the way he has been means he likes you a little more than he is willing to accept. So, I need to destroy that, so you two aren't together." "You’re crazy! He doesn't like me that much!" He doesn't. Once he finds someone better, he will drop me, even I know that. "See, you're blind. You hate love, you fight against it, so when it is there, you tell yourself it isn't, but it is Trix. So, how do I break this apart? The quickest way is I tell Daddy." He laughs.

“Pick yourself up. We’ve been invited to the Sweet Body party; everyone’s invited. I’m not missing it, and neither are you.” “I didn’t even check my phone,” I replied. “I don’t feel like going.” She frowned. “Why? You’re not sick, so what’s your problem” “Marcus left me,” I blurted out, cutting her off. My voice cracked. “He divorced me.” The words drained whatever strength I had left. My legs felt weak. “Oh my God, Anna…” Jessie pulled me into a hug, stroking my hair gently. “It’s going to be okay.”

“Give me back my daughter.” His expression hardened, but I didn’t back down. “And after that…” I drew a deep breath, swallowing the sob that threatened to escape. “I want a divorce.”

“There’s a restraining order. You’re violating it.” “I’m not here to cause trouble,” I said, rising to my full height. “I just wanted to spend time with them. They’re my….” “Your what?” Darius stepped forward, placing himself squarely between me and the children. “You lost any claim the day you threw Priscilla out while she was pregnant. These kids don’t need your expensive toys. A real dad doesn’t show up five years later with gifts to buy affection. A real dad is there when they’re sick, feeding them soup like I’ve done. A real dad doesn’t choose another woman over their mother.”

"Younger? How young? Don't tell me he’s our age, Lon. I’m not down to have a father-in-law who still spends his nights playing Mobile Legends." Lona pinched Noah’s cheek playfully, making him wince. "Of course not, babe. Probably early thirties. But relax, you know the drill. He’ll last two months tops, and then... poof! Another divorce." "You’re really going to ruin this one too?" Sarah asked, leaning in. "I heard he’s some big-shot businessman just back from overseas." "The taller the tree, the more fun it is to chop it down, Sar," Lona replied airily. She reached into her designer bag, pulling out a small mirror to check her pink lipstick.