Novel & Cerita Divorcing A Narcissist

he asked, looking at me with concern. I smiled at him so he wouldn't worry about me. "I'll be fine. Don't worry." I knew how to end things on a good note. I could give in gracefully if needed. Also, since now our fake divorce was actually real, there were some things that I wasn't going to let go. I was going to take back everything that belonged to me. For example, the house we were living in now had been fully paid for in cash by me before getting married. So, even during the divorce, it would be considered my own private property and not a joint one.

"A misunderstanding we're working through. Isn't that right, love?" The question is directed at me, but his gaze stays locked on Thomas, a dominance display, as if I'm territory to be claimed rather than a person with agency. "There's no misunderstanding," I say, finding strength in Thomas's calm presence. The divorce was finalized months ago. I have the court documents." "Documents can be contested," Alex counters smoothly. "Especially when they're processed without proper notification." My heart sinks. This is classic Alex creating legal confusion, dragging things out, keeping me tethered through technicalities.

I breathe. "Try me. Withdraw that ridiculous filing. Come back to the mansion. Apologize to Georgia for that stunt at the theatre, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you keep your little dream alive. But if you move forward with this divorce, I will ruin you. I will blackball you so thoroughly that your name will be a curse in this industry. You’ll be back in the dark, Syd. And this time, there won't be anyone there to hold your hand." The fear hits me then, a sudden, sickening drop in my stomach. I look at him and realize he isn't bluffing. He’s a narcissist who values his image above all else, and he would gladly burn my entire future to the ground just to keep his secret safe.

"Although I've changed some things. You can't divorce him directly. It'll be a dent on the Sylvester family." My breathing comes out ragged and my mind flies to the time. A minute left. The nurse had said just five minutes. "So you are to make him leave you. On his own. Make it so difficult for him that he divorces you. That way, only him will take the blame." I talk through clenched teeth. "You hate him don't you?" "Now you do too. All these would not be happening if you hadn't met him." He rises to his feet.

"I don't care how long it's going to take to get this over with; I just want to get it over with. I really don't want to be tied to him in any shape, way, or form." Damian had tried to reach out to me many times. He had made some weak and feeble overtures towards making amends in the hope of apologizing, but I had gone out of my way to avoid all of them so completely that I didn't even notice that they had been made. He had made his choice, and now he would just have to suffer the repercussions of that choice. The divorce documents were mailed. The houses were relocated. All that reminded me of him was taken out of my life, and with each signature, with each document I signed, I felt somethi

"He saved me, Rach. He didn't have to come back for me. He could have just taken the drive and left." "I know." "Are you going to let him stay?" I looked at the closed door of the master suite where Nikolai was being treated. "The 90 days are up, Mindy. The divorce is final as of midnight. He’s free to go." "But do you want him to go?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. I stood up and kissed her forehead. "Rest. Sofia is bringing over some clothes from the new collection. We have a board meeting at noon. I need you to be ready to stand by my side."

There were only three main points and they include; Since the two partners didn't have feelings for each other, there was no way they'd have sex with each other hence they still needed separate bedrooms. The two partners will get divorced if they're still unable to love each other within half a year of marriage and the husband will leave the house and the car for the wife. The wife shouldn't at any point try to covet his Nana's money.

"If you don't want to work, just stay home. I'll spend more time with you from now on. Buy you the jewelry and accessories you like, okay? Just don't get too close to my uncle anymore. If word gets out, it won't be good for your reputation." Nyla watched him immersed in his self-fantasy. He couldn't hear the truth at all. She completely lost the desire to argue. She turned her head. She looked at the street scenery speeding by outside the window. Her voice was cold as ice. "Clark, there's nothing left to discuss between us. I'll have my lawyer draft the divorce papers as soon as possible. Just wait for your turn to sign them." "Divorce?" Clark paused. Then he laughed. His smile was full of a

I shouted, not wanting to believe that now that I had made up my mind to divorce Natalie, she dared to use voodoo on me. "No! I cannot do that! I know that you do not like me, but I cannot stoop so low as to drug you. I want us to end our marriage peacefully and go our separate ways. I will get the divorce papers ready by Monday," Natalie said. "And you want me to believe that? I have spoken to you several times for us to get a divorce and for you to leave, and you refused. Now you have drugged me again, just because you saw me laughing with your sister. Well, guess what? It worked, and I cannot help but desire to have you tonight."

After quietly listening to everything Nick had to say, Mia responded calmly, her tone steady but firm. “Nick, we’re divorced. There’s no way I’m going back with you. “My feelings for you were completely worn down by your constant neglect and mistreatment. I stopped loving you a long time ago. So, go back by yourself. I don’t need you in my life anymore, and I won’t be a part of yours.” Her simple yet resolute words shattered Nick completely. His eyes burned with desperation. “No! Divorce? I don’t agree!” he shouted, his voice raw.