Divorce And Freedom: No More Homemaker For Him Novels & Stories

"I am your husband, so I have every right to stick my nose where it belongs." "Ex husband, Cillian Laurent," Bellatrix clarified. "In a few days, you'll be a stranger." "And you think I'll allow that to happen." Cillian's response completely caught her off guard. She stared at him, unable to comprehend what he meant. "I've told you once, haven't I?" He started, "You can try, but no one in this city would take your divorce case unless I say so. You can try again, this time around, I promise you, not a single soul would listen to you. So you better kiss those horse dreams of being with that bastard goodbye. There's no way you're getting divorced from me."

"I just... wanted to see for myself." Ryan nodded, then leaned back against the desk. "It’s all back in our hands. Every last share. He signed it over this morning." I swallowed hard. "Good," I said, though the word felt heavy on my tongue. "Which means," Ryan continued, his eyes narrowing slightly, "you don’t have to stay married to him anymore. You can divorce him." My heart clenched. Divorce. That’s what I wanted, right? Freedom. No more pain.

"When you're alone and struggling and you realize what you gave up, don't come crawling back." "I won't." I meant it with every part of my soul. He signed the papers right there on my cardboard box table, his signature angry and harsh. Then he straightened up and looked at me one last time. "You'll never find anyone better than me." "I'm not looking for better." I opened the door for him. "I'm looking for nothing. That's still an improvement." He left without another word and I closed the door behind him and locked it. Then I slid down to the floor and sat there for a long time, staring at the signed divorce papers. I was free, completely free.

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man. Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock. Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt for me. "Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?" "To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..." I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed my wife's number, begging her to come and clear things up. But she chose to defend the other man and coldly berated me in front of everyone: "There's nothing between us. I'm warning you for th

“You and Scarlett didn’t end things cleanly. I get that. But you can’t keep her from finding happiness. You want her to die alone?” “Her happiness is hers to define. Not yours to decide.” I kept my mouth tight, holding down the restless churn in my chest. My wolf wanted to snarl, to put teeth behind the words. I locked him down. “We’ve said what needed saying, Regina. Handle it however you want from here.” Her shoulders gave the slightest twitch. Finally, she yielded. “I won’t set her up anymore. But…” She paused, then found a scrap of backbone again. “It’s a free country. Divorced people get to move on. No rule says an ex-wife has to stay single just because her former husband doesn’t like

The moment Nathan heard my voice, he continued, “Emily, Chloe was sick. I stayed with her for two days. What’s so wrong with that? Did you really have to run off to Hannah’s place? Stop making a fuss and come home.” I said coldly, “Nathan, you’re wrong. That’s your home. It isn’t mine.” Nathan froze. “What do you mean?” “Because we’re already divorced.” “No. Impossible. Why didn’t you tell me?” Nathan’s voice grew sharper. I said calmly, “I already left the divorce agreement on your desk.” Nathan instinctively denied it. “Impossible. Why didn’t I...” Then, all of a sudden, he seemed to remember something.

Though plenty of the articles mocked the wealthy family's lack of morals and criticized Patrick for being a homewrecker, Jasmine would always have them suppressed the very next day. Jasmine stubbed out the cigarette in her hand, a bitter taste lingering in her mouth. "I was acting out of spite with Henry. I didn't understand how he could bring up divorce so casually when clearly he loved me so much. "I agreed to the divorce and treated you well to spite him. I thought that by doing this, he would come to me to give in and stop saying things that upset me."

The warmth drained out of it like water from a bath. “I want to be clear with you,” she said. “What is happening in this house is a performance. It is for him, and only for him. As far as I am concerned, we have been divorced for five years, and nothing you produce on paper changes what is true between us.” She held his gaze. “The moment your father recovers the moment he is well enough to leave I want you gone. From this house. From my company. From my life. Am I understood?” Victor opened his mouth to respond.

"Did you want to come to him?" "Well, if he had wanted me, yes. But apparently he didn't, and I couldn't force him to do it. I didn't know where exactly he was until a few days ago when I received the divorce papers. His mother often told me I should be grateful for my freedom to do what I wanted without the responsibility of a man." Her voice was bitter. "As if I had any freedom at all." Something shifted in the officer's expression—a flash of anger, quickly controlled. "And what does he think? Your husband?"

Ethan broke the silence. “Leave him. You're the one stopping me from making sure he rots in jail for abusing you. Just say the word and it's done.” “It’s not that easy,” she murmured. “Ryan’s all I have known since my parents passed away. I know he can be vicious sometimes but..” “But what?” Ethan cut in, his tone controlled yet a trace of rage bubbled beneath the surface. “He tore the divorce papers… and now he’s behind bars. The land with which this house is built is his and he assured me he wasn't going to sell it to me” Melinda stammered.