Divorce And Freedom: No More Homemaker For Him นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

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.

“Why don’t we just get a divorce?” “What?!” “Yes.” My voice trembled, but I forced the words out. “Let’s get it done once and for all, so you can finally be with the woman of your dream.” I could see it immediately. He hated where this conversation was going. He looked hurt. He looked disappointed. But why? Shouldn’t he be happy? I was giving him exactly what he wanted. I was giving him the freedom to be with the woman he supposedly couldn’t let go of.

"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."

"Or what? You'll lock me up again? News flash, I'm already a prisoner in my own home." Daniel's fists clenched at his sides. "You ungrateful bitch. After everything I've done for you-" "Right" I laughed bitterly. "You mean marrying me for my skill? Using me as your trophy wife while you fuck my sister behind my back?" "Shut up," Daniel hissed. "No, you shut up. I'm done being silent. I'm done pretending. I want that divorce, Daniel. I'm through being your puppet." The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I'd crossed a line. It was too late for regret now. Daniel's face contorted with rage, and before I could react, he was on me. His hands gripped my arms painfully as he shoved me onto the

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.”

" He had no intention of divorcing me? When I heard that, a chill spread from the back of my neck down my spine. We'd already crossed the point of no return, and he still had no intention of divorcing me? Was this his version of a punishment? To keep me trapped until I burned out completely? Ruby swore under her breath. "You've got to be kidding me. He's basically telling the entire country he's not letting you go! 'No intention of divorcing'? Since when does he get to make that decision alone?"

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

"Who are you trying to fool? Of all the alibis you could think, that was the only thing that you could come up with?" "It is true. I saw all the things that you did for me to the point of forgetting yourself just to take care of me, which I did not deserve at all. I mean...why did you keep on doing that to the man who could not even reciprocate your feelings? I thought...letting you go is the best thing that I could do for you. To free you from our marriage.” I laughed softly. “You’re funny you know that? How could divorcing me equate to freeing me? Divorcing me ruined my family, Drake. Mom disowned me. My brothers and sisters, I lost contact with them. Does that mean freedom to you?”