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

“You realized this after all this time? After everything we've been through? After Aina?” “It's time,” he said. “I think we both deserve to be free.” I had no answer for that. “I can't keep pretending I can give you the life you deserve when I know I can't.” My fingers curled against my palms as I tried to find the right words that might change his mind, but I had nothing left to say. Adrian looked away, dragging a hand over his face before letting out a slow breath. “Go home,” he said quietly. “The divorce papers are waiting for you.”

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband, Julian Calloway, told me he had been reborn and wanted a divorce. “Three months from now, I’ll go bankrupt. You’ll work yourself to death helping me pay off my debts, and you’ll die young. “This time, I absolutely refuse to drag you down with me. Take this $9,000,000. We’ll get divorced—” Before he could finish, I picked up the pen and signed. “Fine. Just transfer the money to my account.” That evening, while I was gathering my things from the living room, I overheard Julian’s secretary, Naomi Foster, speaking smugly through his phone. “I can’t believe she’s actually that stupid. How did she ever get into Harvard? “You made up some ridic

His voice was rough “I was scared you would look at me and see every mistake I made so I stayed outside You want the truth That’s the truth You didn’t lose that baby alone I lost it too but I punished myself by staying away and I’ve been punishing myself ever since” I didn’t want to cry I wasn’t going to cry But something hot pushed behind my eyes “And now you’re telling me?” “Because you keep saying I never cared and that’s the one thing I can’t let you believe Not anymore I won’t die with that lie on your heart” I dropped the photo on the table I couldn’t look at him I couldn’t look at anything My chest felt too small He reached for the pen again “If you still want the divorce I’ll sign ri

He has shattered me beyond words and that's all the more reason why I desperately want out of this marriage, it hurts, it hurts so bad. And you know what hurts the more? I'm still in love with this shithead. But right now, it doesn't matter anymore. Moving forward, I'm going to do exactly what I want. I'm done playing the doting wife, done begging, if this is what he truly wants then so be it. I’ll show him just how is done! I let out a heavy sigh and look at him. “Fine, do whatever you want,” I let out and begin to walk away but not before I see his face fall in disbelief.

I was Damian Valenti’s legal wife. But to the rest of New York, Sofia Bellini was the woman he planned to marry—and I was the pregnant mistress who refused to let him go. Damian said it was only for show. Sofia’s husband had died saving his life, and he had promised to protect her. She needed the wedding and the title of Donna. I already had what mattered: his love, his fortune, and our real marriage. At least, that was what Damian believed. He was so certain I would understand that he spent our seventh anniversary helping Sofia choose her wedding dress. He never noticed that I was in the fitting room beside them, wearing the dress he had once promised to see me in. As Sofia admired herself

He had said, “All I had to do to trick you was get some trinket from a roadside shop. Kendra, you’re so gullible and cheap!” That was when I knew that Terrence had not changed. He had only gotten tired of pretending. I hung up and went to the law firm where I had an appointment. After the lawyer who received me asked about my situation, he looked hurt. “Ms. Mercer, I think you know very well how things stand. With the Fulton family’s standing in society, it’s practically impossible that you can have an amicable divorce.” Of course, I knew that. That was why I was willing to give up every right that was afforded to me.

"What's with that man? He can't even pay for the house or the renovation. He's basically freeloading." "That's a man who doesn't care about his wife at all." "She should've divorced him ages ago." The voices around me came one after another, almost driving me insane. I looked at Vivian again. She wore that smug, almost superior expression. Suddenly, everything we once called love and the vows we made to each other felt like a joke. Her family had bought her the house before our marriage. To ensure I had nothing to do with it, they even got a special document proving she had been single.

"You've always known your place in my life, so stop trying to make me feel like the villain." "And where exactly is my place in your life? For all I know, I was your fiancee until that lady showed up in our lives. I'm still your fiancee tho, because if I'm not mistaken, you have less than two weeks to go." "Then, let that be my problem." He whispered in a raspy voice. "Divorcing Adira is my choice, not yours, Na-ri. And for all I know, I have the fucking right to change my mind."

His other hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. No. Not again. Never again. The crack of my palm against his cheek echoed through the room. Daniel stumbled back, touching his face in shock. "Don't you ever touch me again," I spat, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. The slap seemed to clear his head somewhat. He straightened, his mask of control slipping back into place. "The article can go away, Maya. Just tear up the divorce papers." "No." "Think about it." His voice turned smooth, reasonable. "Your reputation, your new job – all of it gone with one headline. Is that what you want?"

the frown on her face slowly morphed into a sad look. “I’m sorry about that,” without thinking twice, he apologized. “I also know this is out of context but I think you should loose it, you're more beautiful when you do that.” “Fuck off and go back to your wife,” she cursed under her breath, and just as she was about to leave, he held her hand, and after a heavy sigh, he finally let the cat out of the bag. “I divorced her already.”