Romans & histoires Divorce And Freedom: No More Homemaker For Him

John was furious, cursing me viciously. [You only have your privilege to thank. You're just lucky to be born with good parents. What makes you think you can act all high and mighty?] [I stole your woman and took your house. Doesn't that bother you?] I responded slowly. [I'm not like you. You had a winning hand and managed to mess it up completely. Me? I might not play it perfectly, but I didn't blow it.] Then, I muted his number. Half a year later, my lawyer contacted me with news about a breakthrough in the divorce case.

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

Her words were what he needed—her selfish words were what he needed to remind himself that, they aren't meant to be, rather, he had outsmarted fate and managed to push through what was not meant to be. But he had realized that fate can't be played with, and probably when he gets home furious, he would hand over a divorce paper to her and give her back the freedom she has always desired – the freedom she needed to be in the arms of the one person she had believed was her true guardian—was her true love. The freedom she thought she had.

CHAPTER ONE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me It was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a

My wrists were bleeding, I was exhausted, and she was going to lecture me on morality? "So what?" I snapped, my voice dry. "What’s your problem with divorce? It’s just a woman realizing she screwed up and deciding to take her life back. Is being free a crime now?" She scoffed—a short, contemptuous sound. "Free? Please. You just spend your time stirring up trouble between them. A divorce is a stain on a resume, honey. You should be making yourself scarce instead of playing the homewrecker." "Homewrecker?" I let out a nervous laugh. "You really think a marriage certificate is going to change your life? You plan on staying perched on that pedestal until you’re a hundred?"

Mom peered around while asking, confirming that I was indeed the only person stepping out of the car. I let out a deep sigh, my eyes reflecting undeniable weariness. "I'm divorcing Shawn, Mom." "Huh?" Mom and Dad were both visibly astonished. Dad quickly composed himself, saying, "It's probably for the best that you're getting divorced. I could always see the greed and opportunism in that man's eyes, so maintaining a long-term relationship with someone like him was only ever going to hurt you." I married Shawn despite Mom and Dad's strong objections back then, foolishly believing in the depth of our relationship.

The answer to my question stared right in my face as I had woken up early in the morning to get the documents prepared. Eight years loving you and five years of calling you my wife. Today, I, Randy White has finally decided to give you what you've always wanted—freedom, sealed in ink. Divorce papers. “Oh yeah,” Clara giggled into her phone as she walked down the stairs, “yes, Kyle of course I have time tomorrow night,” she said as walked straight to the dining table and settled down, “Okay, yeah. I'll see you soon,” she said, giggling again at something he had said.

The type of freedom in which I could lift this unbearable weight off my shoulders. Freedom from being choked in a disgusting relationship in which I didn’t agree in the first place. Everyone, including Attorney Morales, disagreed with this idea simply because of the fact that they could no longer fill their pockets with our family’s money. Either way, I am not as devilish as Dad, who loves to boss around and manipulate people. But I couldn’t care less about the cons anymore. I already knew all the disadvantages of being a divorced man, but I am still willing to face and accept the consequences, whatever they are, with an open heart.

Because while I suffered, he was busy building a secret family with another woman. “I don’t think we can get past this, Richard,” I said quietly, my voice steady despite the ache inside me. “This was long overdue. The nights I cried alone, the doctor’s visits, the depression, the anger, you left me to bear it all. And the reason I suffered alone was because you were busy playing house with someone else.” He flinched, but I didn’t stop. “My pain should have been your pain, Richard. Instead, it was mine alone. You made sure of it. I’m giving you freedom now. Please, allow this divorce. Find yourself a woman who will bow to Ivana’s will. Because I am done.”

"I know you don't want to talk to me. I know you probably deleted this without listening. But on the chance that you're hearing this... I got the divorce papers. I'm not signing them. I can't. I know that makes me selfish. I know you hate me. But I'm going to fight for us, for our family. I hired a lawyer. I'm going to contest this. I'm going to…" Leila deleted the message before he could finish. Her hands were shaking. He wasn't going to sign. Of course he wasn't. Because Adrian Blackwood never made anything easy. She pulled out the divorce papers her father had shown her, staring at the blank space where Adrian's signature should be. Freedom. That's what these papers represented. Freedom f