Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret 소설 & 이야기

Amelia is close to thirty years old. “My ex-husband however married me not out of love but because he wanted a child. I was a breeder to him. When he realized that I could not get pregnant he found a lady who could do what his useless wife couldn't. He kicked me away after he got his mistress pregnant. That's how I ended up being a divorcee after being married for three years.”

I don't want to waste your time by beating around the bush, so I'll just go straight to the point. This is a divorce paper and I'd like for you to sign it without any drama." These words from Stanley shattered Darling inside out that she almost lost her balance and he didn't even make any move to hold her in case she might fall. Colour drained from her face and her eyes widened from another shock, this felt like a hard and heartless slap on her face. Why was he suddenly asking for a divorce after three years of marriage? Though his family never liked her and she also noticed the little emptiness between them and she worked hard hoping that things would somehow work out between them one day.

"Stop watching her like a lovesick boy and get rid of her! My father did not fund your political campaign just so you could daydream about your ex-wife. If you don't fix this, he will pull his money before the week is over, and your career will be dead." She turned around and stormed out of the room, slamming the heavy oak door behind her so hard the glass in my cabinets rattled. But Vanessa didn't understand. She couldn't see the bigger picture. This wasn't about love. It was a burning, suffocating need to see Isla fail. I needed to see her crawl back into the shadows where she belonged. To prove she was nothing, I needed to find out exactly what secrets she was trying to dig up on my famil

“I’m not leaving! Harry, you can’t do this to me!” Tiffany struggled desperately and behaved like a madwoman. “I’m not acknowledging that divorce! If you really want a divorce, you have to give me half of your family’s assets! “Otherwise, I’ll make your life miserable! I’ll take you to court! I’ll make sure everyone knows what a cold and heartless person you are!”

The answer to my question stared right in my face as I had woken up early in the morning to get the documents prepared. Eight years loving you and five years of calling you my wife. Today, I, Randy White has finally decided to give you what you've always wanted—freedom, sealed in ink. Divorce papers. “Oh yeah,” Clara giggled into her phone as she walked down the stairs, “yes, Kyle of course I have time tomorrow night,” she said as walked straight to the dining table and settled down, “Okay, yeah. I'll see you soon,” she said, giggling again at something he had said.

It’s will be such a shame if suddenly you aren’t allowed to work anymore to pay for your mother hospital bills and we won’t be able to pay either and I’m pretty sure you don’t want that to happen Doris said. Jason was on the other hand in his room when Daniel came to him with information stating that Mira was the one he was suppose to get married to but she refused cause of the rumors that has been spreading around but because of the project Mr Adams needed they had to make Maya get married to him in place of Mira using her mother as a threat so then did Jason finally understood what was really going on. Back on the wedding floor, guest were waiting, the priest has arrived then walked in the

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

“Let's end this.” I looked up at him, my heart pounding. “You're divorcing me, because you cheated?” Tears slipped from my eyes as I tried to fathom what was happening. I should have turned a blind eye to it as usual, I shouldn't have disturbed him. I should have kept quiet, acted dumb as usual and not been out of my league. Now what am I going to do if he truly divorce me ? How will I survive it!? “Don't start twisting things,” he said, his tone laced with coldness. “You've been useless since we got married. You can't even give me a child. My family was right about you.”

But before I reached the door, I stopped. Because I saw them. On the desk. Divorce papers. His signature already on the final page and the date? It was on the day I had the miscarriage. I stared at them, numb. So this had been planned. Not a reaction. A decision. Pre-meditated. Calculated. Just like everything else he did. He had already let me go, long before I had the chance to leave. I slipped off my ring and placed it beside the papers. The platinum glinted under the overhead light like something mocking.

I looked up, my heart pounding. "You’re divorcing me?" He didn’t flinch. "It’s for the best." I could see Celeste’s smile widened. "We’re simply correcting a mistake, dear sister." she said, her smile unwavering. Mistake. My stomach twisted violently. This wasn’t just about the company. This was planned. My father, my husband, and my step-sister. They had orchestrated this. Together. My entire life—my marriage, my career, my trust—had been nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion.