Divorcing A Narcissist の小説・ストーリー

"Forget it, Lucas. We're already divorced anyway. From today on, you go your way, and I'll go mine. Let's part ways and never see each other again." With that, Nancy turned to leave. But Lucas grabbed her from behind, "No! Nina! I don't want us to separate! "What divorce! I don't agree! I don't agree! That divorce agreement—you tricked me into signing it. It doesn't count. "Nina, I love you. I truly, truly love you. I love you so much I could tear out my own heart for you. You can't be so cruel to me..." Upon hearing this, Nancy, with her back to Lucas, smiled coldly: Huh, you dog of a man, you certainly talk a better game than you live.

Nancy suddenly realized that divorcing Austin was likely a deliberate plot of his. Using the 200 thousand to deceive her into divorce was much more cost-effective than a mutually agreed-upon divorce. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. So, she immediately found Dahlia and made a scene. Since they were getting a divorce, Austin owed her compensation, and she wouldn't settle for anything less. Even if she had to swallow her pride, she needed to claim what was rightfully hers. At least this could alleviate the urgent situation at home and help Harvey.

I said it in anger but I didn’t mean it and she should know that. Anastasia nodded her but her green eyes had lost its color. “Nathan, I am not asking for a divorce, Nathan. Just a break. If you want a divorce, I won’t say no but we need the distance without any contact would be better.” “I am not giving you a divorce.” I barked before going out of the study and to my room. I threw a vase across the floor the crashing sound reverberating throughout the room. All she had to do was be patient with me and stay near me. She should have known that I would come across one day.

I needed to shift his attention from my cheating, so I asked, “You're in love with Narah, aren't you?” A small smile curled his lips. “Maybe if you treated people with respect, you wouldn’t have to worry about me being close to her!” he shot back, dismissively. He told me he'd get the divorce papers to me and I should sign them immediately. I stood in silence, and when he finished talking, he left the room, slamming the door behind him. Ria growled. She was beneath the surface, threatening to emerge, but I held her back. She was just as mad as I was. Everything was falling apart because of Narah. That b**ch! I kicked the door hard and screamed at the top of my voice.

Natalie's dying—they say she's got days. "How am I supposed to raise Nathan alone? You once said you'd stay with me forever. Did you really forget?" I yanked my hand free. "The past is done. We're divorced, Jasper. Your life? That's on you now. Not me. "And don't forget— "I didn't break our vows. You did. "So what gives you the right to ask me to keep them?"

“And your affairs are none of my business.” His face fell. “Even if we’re not getting divorced right away,” I continued, steady despite the ache in my chest, “we should go our separate ways. Don’t disturb my life, and I won’t disturb yours.” I will force his hand to sign the divorce papers and once that is done, I will reject him as my mate. Nathan’s tall frame trembled slightly. Shock etched itself across his face, as if he’d just been struck somewhere vital. He tried to step forward.

The hope of rebuilding their relationship and getting back together had been his driving force. He spoke to her. He burnt their divorce papers in front of her. So why? What happened to make Naira turn her back on him? Wasn't everything good between them just a while ago? He thought after burning those papers, their relationship would be reaffirmed and their past would be left behind. But apparently, he had been building dreams on a sandcastle. Before today, Naira had never mentioned his callousness. Though he divorced her with her best interests in mind, even he couldn't deny he had been a jerk.

"If you want that death record reversed, you'll need me to file it," I said, handing her the divorce papers. "You've got two options. Sign it, and you're legally back. Don't—and you stay dead." Nancy's breathing went sharp. She snatched the papers, flipped straight to the asset split—then chucked them on the floor. "Why should I walk away with nothing?" *** Her face turned beet red, eyes wild, expression twisted. Back then, her rage would've shut me down. Now? All I could think was: all bark, no bite.

“Honey, I’ve been alive long enough to know when someone is running and when someone is resting. You’re not resting.” The words hit closer than I expect. I pick at my napkin. “My husband divorced me.” Jess sucks in a breath. “Oh.” Ruth’s face softens in a way that makes my chest ache. “That’s not something you say casually.” “It wasn’t casual,” I say quietly. “He threw me out. I didn’t even have time to understand what happened.” “That’s a special kind of cruelty,” Ruth says, shaking her head. “I don’t like men who do that.”

he growled with rage. Melinda stumbled as he placed her on her kitchen stool. She quickly held the kitchen sink for support. With tears streaming down her eyes, she asked Ryan, “What have I done to deserve this? I have cared for you, loved you…” “Shut your damn mouth! Or I'll do it for you! I think this promotion has gotten into your head.” “I need a divorce!” Melinda snapped. “I can't do this anymore Ryan,” she continued.