Divorce? dream on Novels & Stories

With a frown, Gordon asked, "What did you say?" "I'm fed up with you. I want a divorce!" I demanded. Gordon's eyes flared as he coldly replied, "A divorce? At our age?! What a load of nonsense!" Lily grabbed my hand in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Calm down, Mom… Has Dad done something wrong?" Henry angrily interjected, "What could Dad have possibly done wrong? I'm sure she's just itching for an argument because she has nothing better to do. "You'd best apologize to Dad right now. And I'd never agree to you getting a divorce…"

"Honey, don't divorce me. I'll make these dreams come true, one by one, okay? "You wanted to see the lavender fields in Provence? Let's go tomorrow. "You wanted to learn free diving and swim in Saipan? I'll learn with you. "And here, you also said—" "Enough, Alfred." I cut him off. "Know what my biggest wish used to be?" He shook his head. "To marry you." My voice was flat. "I got what I wanted. Turns out, it wasn't as great as I imagined. So now, I have a new wish—to divorce you and live freely. Didn't you say you'd help me fulfill my dreams?"

Darren browsed various websites and scrolled endlessly, but he couldn’t find any helpful information. Upset, Darren threw his phone aside, put his hand behind her head, and looked at the ceiling in a daze. The more Darren thought about Charlotte leaving him, the more frustrated he became. Helpless, Darren covered his face with a blanket and let his worries tuck him to sleep. Just when Darren thought he could have a restful bedtime, he unexpectedly dreams about Charlotte and him settling the divorce. Darren didn’t want to sign the divorce papers, but Charlotte cried in front of him.

The smile on their face showed how happy they were. Before they reached the wedding altar, the groom heard a loud sound that made him conscious. He suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. He reached out his phone and then turned off the alarm. After that, he remembered his wedding dream with a beautiful girl that he never met before. Daniel woke up that morning with a question on his mind, "Who is the girl in my dream?" He wondered.

Dad asks. Damien sets his cold eyes on me. I know exactly what he's going to say before he even says it. But I still hope that he doesn't say it. I hope that I'm wrong. And I hope that this is nightmare. "I want a divorce, Dani." ****

"You told me I was finally free, Ken. You said I could finally have my freedom. You even kissed me on the forehead. Wasn't that a sign that you cared for me?" That reoccurring dream. Hailey didn't want to think that it was made up by her brain. "There was a reason why you issued that divorce, Ken. It wasn't because you hated me. There is something you're hiding from me." Hailey could feel it deep in her heart. That dream. It was the one that lingered in her heart the most. There must be a reason why she couldn't get it off her mind. Surprise flashed in his eyes; however, it only lasted for some seconds.

“Damien, I’ve dreamt of a future with you too. A future filled with love, trust, and resilience. Our one-year marriage was just a beginning, wasn’t it?” A surge of relief washed over Damien, followed by an overwhelming surge of joy. He nodded, tears glistening in his eyes. “Yes, Brenda. It was just the beginning. I want to build a life with you, face the challenges that come our way, and celebrate the joys together.” That moment, they understood that their dreams weren’t separate entities but intertwining threads, weaving a tapestry of their shared future. As they held each other, Damien and Brenda allowed themselves to dream once more, to envision a life that surpassed their wildest imagina

Hatred. "Let's get a divorce."

Sinclair drop Brenda off this morning? Brenda's face swung between red and ghostly pale as the whispers spread like wildfire. She fumbled with her phone, trying to call David. No matter how many times she dialed, the line stayed dead. The murmurs only grew louder, and tears started to spill from her eyes. I didn't feel an ounce of pity. Not after what they'd done to me in my previous life. Instead, I leaned in, twisting the knife. "Can't get through to Daddy? Maybe try Mommy." I let my smirk widen. "Oh, right. She just got fired—and slapped a few times. I'm sure she has a moment to pick up."

I kissed her on the forehead. 'Good morning Angel, did you sleep well?' 'I dreamt that I was drowning.' What? 'it's a silly dream, don't think much about it.' 'I hope so' I looked at her and smiled. Funny how my little sis always manage to crake me up every time even if she is supposedly serious. I sat down and managed to eat a little. Was mom serious about the divorce? What happens now? Where do we go from here? Look at the brighter side dude, think of Jade, think of how you felt holding her hands yesterday, think of the sound of her laughter, think of her lips...