Divorcing A Narcissist Mga Nobela at Kwento

Begging me not to leave him. "A dog at least knows loyalty." I pulled the divorce papers from my bag and tossed them in front of him. "You're worse than that." "Sign it." Nolan stared at the papers and didn't move. "You don't have to sign." My voice turned cold. "I can file for divorce instead. And when I do, you walk away with nothing." I held his gaze. "And I'll go after every dollar you took out of our marriage too." "What transfer? I didn't—"

“Yes. You know he asked for a divorce yesterday.” “He did?” “Yes, and that’s when I realized taking his wealth won’t do it. He’s willing to give me fifty. And I know taking even seventy won’t be a hassle. But I can’t let him go on with his life and leave me hanging. He will suffer, and I will make sure of that.” “Wow. Those are strong resentments.” I didn’t know what to say. “I know. I’m not to be messed with.” “I can see that. So maybe seeing a therapist, or family, a friend can help you with these feelings, because they’re not healthy.” I was honest. I didn’t get why Aaliyah was this evil even after having everything one could pray for.

Divorce! Sherly panicked as soon as she heard that word come out of Nathan’s mouth. “You can’t just divorce me like that. Remember our marriage agreement!” she threatened. Nathan only laughed at his wife’s intimidation. “I never forgot that agreement. I still keep the document. And with that, I can divorce you without giving a single cent.” “Honey, you won’t be able to divorce me that easily!” Sherly insisted, convinced that Nathan’s words were nothing more than an empty threat.

Leaning my back against the chair, I fold my hands across my chest and wait as Natalie skims through the documents and flinches like she sustained an invisible whip on the back, something which causes the documents to flap in her grasp. "A divorce!?" Natalie Clamors, jumping to her feet. "Just sign them to put an end to your misery. I don't want to hurt you anymore. You deserve better, someone who can love you more than you will love them." I explain. "How dare you!?" She crumples the documents into a ball, flings it in my face, and misses. "I am only trying to help you, Natalie. Our marriage cannot work anymore." I explain with a sigh because I get that she's as mad as hell.

“George might deceive you by telling you to come back to him. He might claim he loves you again, but do not trust him, Lydia. It takes a lot to stop the habit of beating your woman” “I don't think George would do that, though. He doesn't love me, he never did, we all know that. He knows that I know too, especially since he is screwing my friend, so there's no use for him trying to trick me. It won't work” “It better not” Carson replied before saying, “All you have to do is present him the divorce papers. Do not listen to his rubbish. If he refuses to sign the paper, inform him that he will be hearing from the court soon”

I started with the pleasantries, but Aria did not let me finish my good morning; she cut in immediately. “You ignored my text!” I remembered ignoring that message. The same one she sent telling me Edrick was seeing another woman. I did not want to discuss it. Not when I am the other woman. “Never mind.” She took a seat. “I just need advice. What should I do to keep her away, make her regret it, and get him back? How do I stop this divorce?” I could not believe this, but I sat down beside her and held her hands. “Are you sure all that is necessary? If he wants a divorce, maybe it's best to just go with it.”

Kayla shrieked as I glared hard at her, and she stepped back in terror. Soaked and shocked, Alpha Austin stared at me in utter disbelief. He would never have thought that I’d do that to him. “Are you out of your damn mind?” “Yes.” I laughed dryly. “I must be out of my mind to ever fall in love with a narcissist like you.” I added with a scoff of disappointment. I picked up the divorce papers that I had already signed and stretched them to him. “We’re done. I want a divorce.” I snapped, and his eyes grew in astonishment and absolute disbelief.

"There better not be a next time!" Marisol smiled. "There won't be." "But Mari..." Alinta wiped away her tears and snot. Her expression turned serious. "This just proves you need to get divorced as soon as possible. I still suggest that while waiting, you find Nick. What's this about not being able to face him? Weren't you both victims back then?"

"Who do you think you are? You're nothing more than a broke designer running some pathetic little studio. What right do you have to control me?" Her words were knives stabbing straight into my heart. "I hired a personal trainer to stay in the best shape possible! And you?" she continued sharply. "Other than drawing a few useless design drafts no one even wants, what else can you do? Ronan is a hundred times better than you! He can give me everything I want. Can you?" She opened her Hermes bag, pulled out a thick stack of cash, and flung it straight into my face. "Take this money and go see a therapist. Stop clinging to me like some lunatic. It's embarrassing."

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."