Divorce Happy Birthday Ex Husband Novels & Stories

"I'm telling you right now—we're not getting a divorce. You'd better take this divorce agreement away right now. Don't do such a humiliating thing again." I couldn't stop the burst of laughter that left my lips. "Humiliating? What's more humiliating—you strutting around in front of me with Amanda and forgetting all about important dates like my birthday and our anniversaries, or getting a divorce?" His expression instantly turned stony. "Don't bring all that up. Those aren't important here." Those weren't important? If my birthday and our anniversaries weren't important, then what was? His words stabbed deep into my heart like daggers.

“I recently got out of a divorce. Actually, I’m still getting out of it. Not the papers, but the presence of my husband, if you know what I mean.” Henrique nodded. He didn’t say anything, just waited. “I thought when we signed the papers, that would be the end. But...” I sighed. “Ace isn’t exactly willing to let me be free as I imagined. In fact, he’s been more present than when we were married. A bouquet of flowers arrived at my door today. Can you believe it?” Henrique slowly set the spoon down on the saucer. “That’s harassment, Luna.”

“You'll be coming to this place, my private residence, once in a while, but I need you to fully stay at the family house, where my spoiled lazy son stayed.” That's right. All through the five months I was married to him, Freddie,my ex husband doesn't do anything at all. Apart from carrying girls. “I want you to go inside that house, make their life a living hell.” The words brought out so much joy inside of me. I can't believe it is finally time for me to take my revenge on them. **** The next day, I stood in front of the mansion again, the same place I was thrown out like a trash, I'm about to return there as somebody. Someone powerful.

“I picked it so Auntie would feel at home.” Sheena smiled warmly. The pain in her heart slowly faded. At least, she was no longer alone. As she sat on the edge of the bed, Sheena reached into her bag to take out her phone. By accident, the brown envelope containing the divorce papers fell to the floor. Julio picked it up before Sheena could. He quickly read the writing on the cover, then looked at Sheena with raised brows. “So you’re Gevan Daxon’s wife?” Sheena stayed silent for a moment, then shook her head slowly. “No, more precisely, Gevan Daxon’s ex-wife.”

Sweat beaded across his forehead, and his eyes were rimmed with red. He looked so heartbroken and devoted that anyone watching would have sworn he loved me to death. I pulled my hand back and wiped it on the sheet like it was filthy, then told him, "Let's get a divorce." "What?" He stared at me, disbelief in every line of his face. "Over a lump of dead tissue, you want a divorce?" "Elodie, when did you turn into someone this unreasonable?!" He had more to say, but his phone suddenly rang.

"How are you?" "Your face doesn’t look good, husband. Do you want to take a rest?” “I’m good.” He refused to receive attention from Annie and continued to eat. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why? He just wanted to do it, for no reason. Dustin began to think about the divorce petition he wrote the day before. When he thought about it, he hesitated a bit. Should he divorce the woman who forced him to marry her? But she's not like that anymore, is she? Or does she have any plan with him?

He gets to his feet unsteadily, brushing off his pants “I should be asking you that question. Where have you been all day? It’s my birthday. Why weren’t you here with me?” “We’re getting divorced, Carlos! And you didn’t even come home last night. Weren’t you supposed to be out celebrating your birthday with your love?” He flinches “This isn’t about Lina and you know it?” “Oh really?” I fold my arms and look at him “What is it about then?” “It’s about us. We’re family and family should spend special days together. Like birthdays” “Family?” I laugh bitterly. “Do you hear yourself Carlos? I don’t want to be your fucking family”

I reply coolly. His eyes flick over my face, reading more than I want him to. “I was under the impression you two were still attached at the hip,” he says smoothly. “Married last I heard.” The word married lands heavy between us and something in my chest twists. “We are divorced,” I say flatly. His eyebrows lift slightly not in shock but more like interest. “Is that so,” he murmurs. “That is unfortunate.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “For who?”

"You're right, Rita. I shouldn't have made that offer. It was thoughtless of me. But let's not forget that today is my grandma's birthday. We should put our differences aside and focus on celebrating with her. And, please don't mention about the divorce to her, I'd you don't want her to die of blood pressure." Rita took a deep breath, trying to push aside her frustration and focus on the bigger picture. "Fine. Today is about family and love. We'll set aside our personal issues for now and make sure your grandma has a wonderful birthday. I promise that I won't talk about our divorce to her, even though I see no reason why you're pushing away the truth." she replied to him as she banged the do