Daddy Mommy Don't Divorce Novels & Stories

Thoughts of her diagnosis and the uncertainty that had consumed her mind flooded back, but now a new found determination replaced the anxiety. Bryan and Mandy will have a happy life. Then why can't she be, with her twin babies? Her babies will grow up, even in a single-parent family, she promised. She herself grew up in one, and she turned out fine, didn't she?

Chapter 727 A look of astonishment and complicatedness flashed across Jim's face, and then he got pissed off. ‘Lexie takes care of Davis only because he saved her, but she isn’t his girlfriend. What does Davis’s mother want to do?’ When Jim thought of it, he saw Davis’s mother storming toward them. Then he dragged Lexie behind him. Jim put on an angry expression. "Why did you say that to Lexie?" Davis’s mother raised her voice. "Why did I say that? Because she is going to marry my son in the future. She can't consort with other men! Besides, who are you? Why do you pester someone who has a boyfriend? Mind your behavior."

Her eyes were as flat and cold as the Mediterranean in January. "You wouldn't," he whispered. "My father would never let you put me in the basement. It’s a literal dungeon." "Your father told me to do whatever is necessary to turn this division around," Diane said. She stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the shimmering wealth of the harbor. "He’s tired of the embarrassment, Marcus. Every time you fail, it reflects on him. He’s decided that it’s better to have you out of sight than to have you constantly reminding the board that his heir is a ghost."

Maybe we did love each other once. But our love didn't stand a chance against the daily venom of another woman, or his deep-rooted, arrogant obsession with power. "Cassius," I said calmly. "I want a divorce." The air froze. Cassius's grip loosened. He took a step back, sheer disbelief flashing in his eyes. "What did you say?" "A divorce," I repeated, my tone deadpan. "I'm divorcing you." His face darkened like a gathering storm. "You're threatening me with divorce because you don't want to learn high society rules?" His voice carried a suffocating weight. "Scarlett, I overestimated you. I thought you had a spine."

Kimmy shouted, throwing her doll and running towards her dad. "Don't run, Papa doesn't want you to get sick again, sweetheart!" Joe said. He hugged his daughter tightly. "Papa," Kimmy called affectionately. "Yes, sweetheart," Joe answered, carrying Kimmy to the bed. "Oma said Mama won't stay here? Is that true?" the little girl inquired. "Yes, Mama won't stay here anymore, Kimmy, Mama and Papa are divorced and things won't be the same as before!" Joe explained, trying to translate it into words that his daughter could understand.

"Ugh, I hate men who always think they’re right and want to teach you lessons. I almost feel bad for Suzy now—divorce might actually be for the best." There were also some more rational, analytical comments. "Even if this isn’t fake, I still think divorce is hard. They’re too tied together in business. In terms of public relations, the female star can’t outplay the businessman. “Most of her personal assets are probably tied up in his company. If she leaves, she’ll likely walk away with nothing and lose everything." Every night, I leaned back against the headboard, scrolling through each comment and observing the various facets of human nature laid bare.

He asked then, his tone changing. "Well, I got good news for you, love. They're getting divorced," my mom told my father. "Ma!" I gasped. "What? Good riddance. I bet that boy was only with you for your money. Otherwise, he wouldn't be sleeping around." "What did you say?" I heard my father say. I could hear their conversation loud and clear, and like every other time, they were badmouthing Martinez and his mother, who always made it her mission to belittle me or my efforts. "Hunny, is this true?" My father asked me.

“Talk to me, okay? You know you can always tell Mommy anything.” Rose’s tiny fingers tightened around mine, and then she whispered, “Mommy, are you going to divorce Daddy?” My heart sank. The look in her eyes was so full of fear and uncertainty that I could barely breathe for a second. I crouched again and gently brushed my hand over her curls. “No, sweetheart,” I said, shaking my head softly. “I won’t divorce him.” “Promise me, Mommy. Promise you won’t divorce Daddy.” A soft smile curved my lips, even though my heart felt heavy. “I promise,” I whispered, “I won’t divorce Daddy.”

She wailed loudly, "Daddy and mommy are getting a divorce, and nobody wants me anymore! I'd need to go around begging for food soon!" Connie got a shock when she saw that. Hence, she wrapped her arms gently around Luna, who was still throwing a tantrum, while reassuring her, "No, of course not. Who says that daddy and mommy don't want you? They both want you! Good girl, please don't cry. My heart is breaking." Luna wouldn't stop crying, and she kept struggling while shaking her head sadly. She wept so loudly that everybody on both floors could hear her clearly. "Sob... Daddy and mommy are getting divorced! They don't want me anymore!"

Quincy took a deep breath and said, “Since your daddy is here as well, I’m not afraid to tell you the truth. I’m not getting a divorce from him. We’ve already divorced. I’m not related to him anymore.” Sirius frowned and asked, “Does that mean that Daddy is still pestering you?” Dayton’s expression darkened at once. “What do you mean by that? Listen to me, kid. Your mommy and I haven’t divorced! We only have a marriage certificate together. We don’t have a divorce certificate!” Sirius looked at both of them and asked, “Did you guys get a divorce or not?” Quincy said, “We’re divorced.” Dayton said, “We’re not!”