Divorcing A Narcissist Mga Nobela at Kwento

Henry spoke with tenderness and patience. The more I listened to him, the worse I felt. Henry would always be impatient when it came to me, and it hurt even worse to hear him promising to cook for Ivy. I held back my tears as I sent my billionaire father a message. [I'm getting a divorce, Dad. I'll do what you want and go into an alliance marriage with the Langstons. I'm willing to take over the family business.]

That was quick. Sara picked up a piece of paper from the desk next to her bed. She crumpled it up and threw it in Michael's face. —Why? —He's doing this to piss me off. He wants to annoy me. —Well, if that's all it is, he's just going to get bored and give you a divorce later, I don't see the problem. —The problem is, in order for me to divorce him, I have to have sex with him. I must have sex with that narcissist who only cares about his pleasure.

It was a text from Cyril. “The security told me that you just stepped out. If you don't want a divorce, come back home this minute. If you pass the night outside, consider this marriage over,” I read the text as tears gushed down my eyes. I can't even have a moment of relief anymore because I married a narcissist.

I lashed out at him and he stared at me with a confused expression which didn't mean anything to me. I knew very well that he had the behavior of a narcissist. He would do a lot of things to make you react and once you do he's going to act as though he doesn't understand you but this time around there was no way I was going to let him get away with it so easily. “To me, it seems as though this whole divorce is too much for you. Maybe you have lost your senses in the process.” he said and my fingers moved before my brain could catch up as I snatched his phone from the console.

Natalie said, trying to stay strong and not let her tears flow. "I am not a heartless person, which is why I’m not freezing the company’s accounts. Take what you need and leave. If I ever see you again, you’ll go back to the street where you came from. Take one of the cars as you leave for good." "Nat, don’t do this. Divorcing me isn’t the right thing to do. I’m going to be better from now on. Don’t send me away." "The divorce papers will be sent to you tomorrow. Make sure you sign them and leave."

His eyes narrowed to slits. I lowered my head, clenching my trembling fists. "This isn't working, Taylor. Let's divorce." His mouth fell open. He stared at me for several seconds before running a hand through his hair and letting out a mocking laugh. "You think I'd let you go? Hmm? You think you can end this so easily? After you ruined my life?" he spat through gritted teeth. I closed my eyes and said coolly, "What do I need to endure for you to agree to divorce?"

How the smallest touch, the gentlest sentence, could weaken every wall I’d built for years. “You didn’t have to go all macho,” I whispered, stepping back. “You could’ve just… spoken to me for once this past years.” “I didn't know what to say, I…" He paused I stared at him. And that was it. The thread that finally snapped something loose in me. “Then maybe,” I said, voice trembling just slightly, “we should stop pretending this marriage works at all.” He frowned. “What do you mean?” I held his gaze. “I mean maybe it’s time we went through with the divorce.”

And he was enjoying every second of it. I should have walked away. Should have turned around and left the hospital, left Clara to her choices, left this whole toxic situation behind me. The divorce papers were already signed. In a few days, I would be gone, off to start my new life at the NRMC, finally pursuing the dreams I'd set aside for a woman who had never loved me back. But I couldn't seem to make my feet move. I stood there, rooted to the spot, watching through that partially open door as my wife undressed another man.

“You have Ryan; who you’ve always wanted. So why do you look unhappy?” Closing the distance between us, I whispered into her ears. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure to divorce Ryan and leave him with the worst memory possible in court today so that even if he decides to leave you, he won’t be able to come back to me. That I promise you.”

Marcus was shocked, his demeanor changing. “what did you just say?” He asked coldly. “You heard me, I want a divorce. The earlier the better.” Sophia said without backing down. “That will never happen, Sophia, you know how a divorce could affect my family. Just forget about it. I'm willing to change for you and be the man you want or do anything else but divorce is out of the question here.” He said firmly leaving no room for discussion. “I'm not asking for your consent, I'm telling you I want a divorce. I don't care about your family reputation.” Sophia met his cold eyes with a burning fire Marcus had never seen before.