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

He gaped at Vicky and exclaimed, "Divorce? You came here to get a divorce?!" She nodded. "Have you gone mad?" Noah was so terrified that he could barely organize his speech. "You want to divorce that lunatic? Do you have a death wish? Have you forgotten what he did—" He paused before mumbling to himself hysterically, "That's right, you forgot everything...or you'd never dare divorce him. Vicky, love, and freedom are important, but none of them take precedence in your life. Stop struggling, and just stay by his side obediently."

“I want a divorce.“ I didn't care for anything else than just that and he had to grant me those. I stared into those eyes that were once weak and saw how they changed so easily as if it hadn't passed through time. A change to quick. That was what chameleons did and now, he thought confessing love at my tendering of divorce papers was keeping me trapped in. I turned my back against him, folding my hands up to my chest as I spoke… “That's no trap for me to stay in. I want out.“ I said with definite strength. I smiled, now that I had made a choice of freedom out of the grown woman I was and had come to my father's choices, rules and decisions. There was silence. The one that made you anticipate

Everything would be done according to their divorce agreement. The money would be given to his children anyway. Hunter was the one who said to leave the children to Emma. A mother would always love her children. Without his children by his side, it would be more convenient for Adrian to remarry. Adrian’s flirtatious heart was already tempted. He was divorced, and his mother had passed away. No one could control him anymore. He was a free man who could flirt with any woman openly.

It's just the way life works. "True, it is bad. You can say back then, divorce was lesser, but that's because women had no right to speak. They were forced to endure bad things and die in the marriage, for better or for worse. I'm not saying divorce is good, but the point is the freedom given to each life. Yes, not as free as I'll put it, but more liberty than in the past. Life has been made easier now, but there are consequences, I understand. Everything has disadvantages and advantages, it's just up to you to make the most out of it. If it were then, you wouldn't have so many tasty pastries to eat, no Anne-Marie—"

I wanted absolutely nothing from the divorce, which made the process less complicated. We were only married for a few months. What could I possibly want? I wanted absolutely nothing from him. Not his money. Not his property. Not anything that belonged to him. I just wanted my freedom. And now I have it. Our lawyer picks up the signed divorce papers and gives my father one copy, then stretches the other one toward Shawn's lawyer. “Finally, I'm free.” The words almost come out as a sigh. The lawyers exchange a few final words before everyone stands up to shake hands.

“Get that woman out of this house. I will speak to Sabrina myself and plead on your behalf.” “That won’t be necessary,” Adrian said firmly. “She signed the divorce papers. It’s official.” Dorothy’s voice rose in disbelief. “What? How could you let her go?” “Because she is selfish and tried to take everything I built,” Adrian replied, sinking into the couch. Dorothy’s eyes flashed with anger. “Adrian, you are not a scientist. Everything you claim to have was because of her. I will not give you my blessing if you continue with this… homewrecker.”

“Lucas what's wrong with you, why is it that everything I do is never enough or wrong in your eyes, you said you hate that I’m slim and right now I’m forcing myself to eat and gain weight and here you are mocking me, talking about my mate that are working hard, I agreed to be a housewife just so I can look after you, is that not enough for you Lucas? Why are you so hellbent on frustrating my life and finding fault in everything I do, even then back in my father's house I don't do anything I don't even lift a spoon but here I have burnt my hands so many times trying to cook for you, I have cut myself with a knife so many times trying to cook for you but you always ended up throwing the food a

I raise my voice to match his, feeling desperate as each word that spilled our lips were like poison that none of us would be able to swallow back. I don't want to give up, I couldn’t afford to back down. I have to prove my point to him. However, I know deep down that nothing would change. How cheap was I to hold onto false hope? Martin's eyes are red from suppressed anger. Without any another word, the man turned and walked towards the door, slamming it open and strode towards his car. However, before he drove away, as if he found my heart unwounded enough he uttered words that would forever haunt my dreams, "My lawyer will bring the divorce paper for you!"

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

“I’m going home.” “No, your home is here with me. Turn around and come back.” “You’re already there with the woman you love,” I replied, my voice steady. “The one carrying your child. You’re with your family. Please, just sign the divorce papers and let me go. I’m giving you what you want—freedom to be with who’s in your heart.” Silence. It lingered, stretching painfully long. I nearly checked the phone, thinking he’d hung up, but the call was still connected.