Divorcing A Narcissist Novels & Stories

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.

“Make me. Or are you going to cut yourself again? Are you going to bleed until I take it back? Isn't that what you have been doing since we got married? Manipulating me to always give in to your fucking whims!” “Kai—” “I want a divorce,” I said, leaning toward him. “I want it on paper, legal, and final. I want you out of my life and Lukas's life, and if you think a week at some fucking lake house is going to change my mind, you're more deluded than I thought!” “Stop it,” Stein growled, his eyes fixed on the road. “No! I won't stop! I've been stopping for months, biting my tongue, swallowing my pride, and letting you destroy me piece by piece—”

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay. I took off my wedding ring and threw it at him. “I’m done, Lucas.

I asked, my brows furrowed. His silhouette clicked against the marble floor as he moved closer. "I don't help without a reason," He said, his arms folded this chest. "I have a deal for you, Aryna Elford." "W….what deal?" Questioning, I arched my brows at him. He seemed so mysterious just like the news had painted him and in as much as I didn't want to believe it, the dark glint on the face pushed me towards more confusion. What did he want from me? "I can help you get revenge on Ryan Moore but first you have to divorce him and get married to me."

"Is that what you want?" "No, I want to make you pay. I want to make you suffer. But that takes time, Vaughn. And the last thing I want is to spend another second with you. Let’s get a divorce. Promise me you’ll stay out of my life, and I swear not to say anything." "What if I don’t want to?" "What could you possibly gain from keeping me? I have my memories now. I’m not the weak woman you married. I swear, if you don’t let me go, I will fight you with my last breath! I will make your life miserable."

I wasn't turned on by a man who might turn out to be worse than my ex-husband, or sitting on a shower floor because I'd burnt myself trying to cool down dirty images of my contracted husband, who also slept with other women openly and had zero regard for my feelings about it, until apparently today when he decided to go jealous about a fucking hug. I pulled my hair even harder, groaning loudly. "Get it together, Althea," I muttered to the tiles. But I knew deep down— even if it was a problem— I knew more were still coming.

"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."

But it turns out to be just my illusion that I break free as it snaps to pieces. Glancing back at the broken necklace that symbolises the end of our relationship, I sigh and look at him with dead eyes before pushing the divorce papers into his hand, forcing him to take them. “Sign these." “Divorce papers…” I hear Whitney whisper to the side. Meanwhile, Keegan has his brows furrowed as he disbelievingly voices out, “Don’t cause a scene. Let’s talk later.” Sneering, I point at the paper. “I’ve already signed. Now it’s your turn.”

I won’t have another chance to discuss the matter after today. I read the last part of the message again. I was just like Hayes in making things so unnecessarily difficult. How could he just text me to come over now out of the blue? And he wasn’t sure he would have another chance to discuss the divorce. Oh! He was definitely doing this purposely to punish me. But I will endure it for today. I will make sure to finalize the divorce and never have to see his face ever again. “Let’s just get this over with,” I motivated myself.