Divorcing A Narcissist Mga Nobela at Kwento

If I was divorced by that point, it would be a miracle if I was granted to stay here. "Ok then", Jess took my hand. "Then do yourself a favour, Sara. Take off the ring. Stop checking your phone for him. Block his social accounts." "I ..." "Don't say you can't. Do it. For yourself. For your own mental help." "I'm still married though ..." "You are about to get divorced. I won't say let go of him. Six years isn't little time to spend with only one person but try to forget him. He's not worthy enough for you."

“Are you crazy? You are actually giving up asking him for alimony? He's a billionaire; you could get a hundred million in alimony!” I chuckled bitterly. “It doesn't matter. I just want to divorce him as soon as possible. I am a millionaire on my own. I don't need him to raise my value.” Nancy shook her head. “But still, a hundred million…” She looked so pained that I almost chuckled. I shrugged. “Let him keep his money. We're bigger than that anyway. I just want to move on with my life.” “Awwn, girl. I totally get it.” Nancy reached out and squeezed my hand. “I'm here for you, no matter what.”

As he spoke, his gaze remained on me, deep with the effects of alcohol, as if trying to draw someone in. Suddenly, I was slightly stunned. After coming to my senses, I lowered my head. "At the very least, financially, everything should be clear. Besides what's in the divorce agreement, I don't want anything else, including shares. Once the divorce process is over, I'll return everything to you." With a sigh, I tried to make myself sound casual. "For you, the best help is simply to not ask or interfere." This was the only way I could avoid trouble.

While I was frozen in thought, Finneas continued speaking. "Your husband's already seeing someone else," he said calmly. "He wants a divorce, but he doesn't want to lose his money. If he divorces you while he's at fault, he'll have to give you almost everything. So he wants you to be the one at fault instead. That's why he hired me. Everything's part of his plan." Finneas moved in front of me to block my line of sight to the brick bear. "Stop staring over there. He might notice. We just need to act happy together. Don't you want to walk away with more after the divorce?"

He was left with no option, he felt embarrassed blaming all that has happened on his daughter as he just lost a reliable partnership relationship because of her infidelity. " You are free to come and pack your things Quinn. I won't be at home for the next few hours, since I don't want any awkward moment to be between us" Nate said and spoke again " and I advice you to sign the divorce papers. It's the best offer I can give you. so we close this matter amicable without going to court. If not, I don't plan on hesitating to drag your name in the mud while I expose your indecent act add with evidence and proof, including this recording shall be out to everyone who comes to the court that day, ta

With a broken heart, a weakened eyeballs that were tired of crying, and my weak soul I look up to him "Congratulations Nickolas Michealson you have succeeded in breaking down my walls, from today I'm giving you the freedom you have always wanted, you can have the traitor you love so much, I strip myself off every legal right you and I have over each other" I pulled off my wedding ring "Here…." I showed him the ring and threw it away in the rain "I Ava Della Sanchez, Divorce you Nickolas Michealson as my lawfully wedded husband, I give you the freedom you've wanted so much. Sorry for bothering your life, and sorry for ever loving you, I will sign the divorce papers and send it back to you"

His jaws were taut, and I knew that his patience was wearing thin. However, this time, I had no plans of backing out. Scoffing, I collected my laptop from the coffee table while fighting the tears that threatened to escape. Grinding my teeth, I met his eyes, saying, “Right back at you, Mr. Grant. Intimidation doesn’t work on me. I’ll be waiting for you to give me a proper reason to divorce. Otherwise, you’ll stay married to me until I get sick of you.” “Margaret! Don’t be stubborn!”

As I passed through the living room to leave, I noticed the house had been completely renovated since my last visit. The expensive new furniture and the shiny new car parked in the garage showed that Uncle Theodore’s business was doing much better now. I supposed I should be happy for them. “That foolish Ariana will ruin all our plans if Nathan divorces her. She’s so ungrateful, just like her stupid mother.” I froze, my hand hovering over the front doorknob as Auntie Vivian’s sharp voice carried from the kitchen. “If Nathan goes ahead with the divorce, we must find another way to make sure he keeps giving us money,” Uncle Theodore replied.

I muttered. She didn’t stop. I watched her tuck a folded sweater into the side pocket. Wrap the charger cord neatly. Pick up a folded envelope and slip it into the side of her purse. “Natalie’s gone,” I snapped, louder now. “The dog’s back. What more do you want?” She turned slowly, then. And when our eyes finally met, I swear—for a second—I felt like a stranger looking at a stranger. “I just want a divorce.” Her voice was low. Controlled. So quiet it felt like a knife between my ribs.

And this man, this cold, terrifying man was offering a lifeline wrapped in thorns. I folded my arms. “No intimacy?” “Unless mutually agreed upon.” His voice was like ice breaking over concrete. Smooth, but dangerous. “And after a year?” “We file for divorce. Clean. Quiet. No drama.” I laughed under my breath. “Everything about you screams drama.” He didn’t laugh. Not even a twitch of a smile. I hated that even more. “Why twelve months?” I asked. “Because thirteen would be unlucky.” I raised an eyebrow. He stared at me. Unblinking. Serious.