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

Patrick had made up his mind, and I wasn’t sure anything I would say would make him reconsider his decision. As my eyes darted toward the divorce papers, a lone tear dropped down from my eye. Was this really the end of my marriage? The thought of ending things felt so scary. I wasn’t ready to get a divorce. It never crossed my mind. My marriage was so perfect, and I thought we would be married forever. Patrick promised me that he would never give up on me. But I guess it was all a lie. He jumped at the first chance he saw to leave me.

It was impossible not to love her the way I do. “Then share the good news with me, babe. I am listening.” She says, and I just could not wait anymore. I open my mouth to tell her the news. “Darling. Finally, my wife has signed the divorce papers. I am a free man now. At last. Do you know what that means to us? It means that we can do anything we want now. I am no longer a married man. I can do anything I want with you, darling. I am so happy.” I say.

I could feel every eye in the gallery on my back, and I made myself breathe once, slowly, before I began. “Your Honor,” I said, my voice shaking at first, then steadying as I kept going. “I am not afraid of Dominic Hartley. I was married to him for four years. I filed for divorce. I built a life without him afterward, a real one, with a job I earned and an apartment I chose and friends who watched me do it.” I turned slightly, just enough to look at Reyes without fully facing him. He kept his eyes fixed on the table in front of him, jaw tight.

I said, my voice steady and resolute. I placed the divorce agreement on the table, pushing it towards Shane. "I don’t want to waste any more time here. Just give this to Victor. Tell him to sign this damn agreement and send it to me immediately.” Shane blinked, momentarily caught off guard. She hadn't expected me to surrender so easily. But this wasn't surrender. It was liberation. As I walked away, leaving the chaos behind, I felt a sense of freedom I hadn't experienced in years. This would be the beginning of my new life, free from the toxic marriage that had imprisoned me and made me so unhappy.

"You deserve the best in the world." "But I just want my own freedom," I shot back, my voice steady, cutting through his honeyed words. "No bag or phone will change my mind." His face shifted, the sunlight draining from it, leaving something cold and hard in its place. "I won't agree to divorce you," he said, his tone icing over. "I won't accept your rejection. You're my woman, my wife. You're not going anywhere until I let you go."

“Really? And you think it'll be just that easy to end our marriage? You need money to fall back on your feet, and where will you go if you leave?” “Like I said, I have everything under control. I'll move to Madame Claire’s pack, and I'll pay back the debt I owe by working for her.” I spoke out, frustrated by his stubbornness. Why wouldn't he stay away? He got everything he wanted from me. Why not go ahead and ignore my existence as he always did? “You can't do any of that if I don't sign the divorce papers, Freya.” He said, dismissively.

"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