Novel & Cerita Divorce And Freedom: No More Homemaker For Him

"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?”

He paused and this suspense actually caught the air in our lungs. “I am divorcing my wife Linda Morris. I married her in a hope that she’d accept my son as his mother so he’d not feel his mother but she failed. She performed her duties as my wife but she could never fill the void of a life partner and I feel very bad that she sacrificed her dreams and chance to be with someone whom she truly loved. So, I am setting her free so she can start her life afresh. It’s better than being a widow at the age of forty-eight.” He said.

The first thing that greeted me after I woke up was a tight slap to the cheek. Mom then yelled at me in disappointment, "You idiot! How dare you ask for a divorce from the Stallones? Don't you know that our family business relies heavily on the partnership with them? It's your honor to be able to marry someone of status! "I swear to god, if you ever dare to bring up divorce again, I'll break both your legs so that you'll never be able to leave!"

He planned to hurt me and made sure I’d have no way out. Divorce wasn’t freedom. It was a cage with a price tag. I couldn’t afford ten million dollars. I couldn’t afford to stay married to him either. The room felt smaller, the walls closer. “You’re a monster,” I spat. “I’ve done nothing to deserve this. I’ve been nothing but a respectful, loving wife, and this is how you treat me?” He scoffed. “You know what, let’s call it an open marriage. I fuck whoever I want, and you can try your luck with any man willing to take you.”

“Yeah, about the divorce. It isn’t so difficult; just sign it and send it, and within weeks, we will no longer be bound to each other.” “Why? You have never complained all these years.” "Yes, I know, and it has been a long time coming. I should have done this a long time ago when I discovered that you are a liar and a thief, but as they say, it is never too late.” I heard his intake of air, and he exhaled rather noisily. “You infuriate me.” “Trust me, the feeling is mutual, hence the reason I am doing this. We can finally be free of each other. So just grant me my wish so we can live our lives peacefully.”

He tossed the divorce papers carelessly, letting the thin sheets drift across the floor. "Louise, I'm giving you one chance to back down. Take the divorce papers and destroy them. Miss it, and it'll be too late. When you come to me in tears, you'll have to do whatever they say." Daniel looked at me indifferently. Holding Callie close, he gently kissed the top of her head. I bent down and slowly picked up the divorce papers from the floor. Just then, a taunting voice reached my ears. "What's the matter, Dan? Are you feeling pity for your wife? You know she'd obediently pick up the papers. Why are you letting her off the hook? Aren't you going to let us enjoy ourselves?"

"And when did we even agree to the divorce? You’re just trying to make me give in. You can forget it! I haven't even signed the divorce agreement. Do you really think putting on a show makes it real? Don't act like you've got any authority! I'm telling you. Come over right now and apologize to my grandma, or this won’t be the end of it!" Hearing his shameless speech, I only felt a deep sense of disgust and absurdity. I wondered, 'How could he have forgotten everything in just two short years? Does he still think I'm just a pushover he can manipulate at will?' Having witnessed my parents' unhappy marriage, I had been filled with fear and resistance toward starting a family two years ago. It w

Why did I even think that things would get better? “I'll make this up to you.” Adrian's voice cut short my thoughts. I looked up from the couch where I was seated, still not believing my ears even though he'd made it clear from the beginning of this conversation that he would love a divorce. “I can't believe this—” It was hard to believe that two years of my life had gone up in flames. “You have to, Nat—” Adrian snapped. “You're going to be single again. That's what you deserve, after all—nothing more or less than freedom. Aren't you happy I am granting you one?”

I'm done coming between them, done pretending we had something worth saving when he chose her every single time without a second thought. Divorce is good for us he'll be happy finally, free to have Sophia full-time, bring her chocolate mousse openly without sneaking around, whisper those nicknames without the guilt of a wife in the next room. I'll step out of the way, let them have the life they clearly want while I find some way to breathe again on my own.

She knew she had to be her own hero, there was no knight in shining armor that was going to come and save her. “Divorce me” was the note she left in the foyer when she left her husband’s mansion with a small suitcase. She didn’t take any of the jewelry her husband gave her, just some hippie clothes that she loved but never wore since she got married. She left with no money to her name, but she left with a much more valuable possession she had abandoned for a while, her freedom, and dignity.