Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret Novels & Stories

Every photograph of the two of them had been swept clean. Even the cookware she'd bought specifically for him had disappeared from the kitchen. The only thing left was the divorce agreement, sitting in the center of the living room table, impossible to miss. His hands trembling, he opened the small storage closet. The white wedding dress had been cut to ribbons. Scraps of fabric lay scattered like the final verdict on everything they'd been. He refused to accept it. Refused to believe that Lily had actually left him. Where would she even go?

"He doesn't want me here either." "He's just confused" "Alex, just give me a divorce," I interrupted. "You already have Lilith my sister's perfect replacement. She even looks just like her." Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. He stormed out without another word. When he returned minutes later, he threw a stack of papers at me. I picked them up with trembling hands divorce papers, already filled out. My heart sank and soared simultaneously, knowing I'd never see Sam again but finally being free of this hollow marriage.

He answered on the fourth ring. "I'm at the hospital." I kept my voice flat, calm. "Josie's condition is escalating. The Doctor found a treatment that could actually help her but we need to move on it quickly and I need, " "Stop." His voice bored in a way that had always made me feel like I was standing on ice. "Stop doing this." "Cole, " "You call me every time you want to delay the divorce. I'm not stupid, Gwen." The word divorce landed between us with its full weight.

This was their plan all along, they knew about it and they supported her. “All you have to do is tell your sister sorry for hitting her and maybe your ex husband can consider employing you in the company but if you do not and you leave this company I would have no choice but to cut off every ties I have with you” my mother yelled at me. But I couldn’t think, my heart couldn’t stop hitting hard, the betrayal hurt more like death itself. My husband betrayed me and married my sister and not just that my parents were on it too.

“Ah, sorry. You don’t have to answer if it’s hard to explain. I understand. Don’t worry.” “It’s okay. Besides, your question is common. I was married before, but that marriage didn’t last long. Besides, we got married with no love to begin with. Finally, after two years of marriage, we agreed to divorce. However, the main reason I agreed to his request for a divorce was that he was having an affair with my stepsister, and she got pregnant. For their sake, I agreed to the divorce and moved to Rainwood to start a new life. I’ve been staying at my aunt’s house since yesterday, the one I’d been searching for so long.”

For a moment, even Aiden’s steady gaze faltered. If he was surprised, he didn’t actually show it but I continued anyways, I just needed to get this out of my system, “a lot has happened in the past two days that has taken its toll on me. My step sister is back and my husband is kissing up to her. He seems to want to be with her and I can’t bear it..I want to leave” I closed my eyes, trying to stop myself from shedding any form of tears, I have done that and it was enough now. “Hmmm, I see” he picked up the glass of champagne and took a sip, “divorcing him is not hard. You can come to the pack where I belong but you need to cut all ties with your former pack”

"I was asking myself why you had to drink so much. Yes." "I'm not a drunk. I caught my in bed with my husband." I paused, replayed what I had said in my head and giggled. "Damn! I guess I'm more drunk than I thought." "Yeah, but I understood you. He cheated?" I nodded. "He did, with my stepsister. He threw me out of the house and... divorced me." "Why did-" he began. He took the glass of alcohol; I wasn't aware that I was raised to my lips, away from me. In doing so, he leaned real close, and I got a noseful of his perfume, something woodsy and fresh.

The lawyer looked at me with both sympathy and curiosity. “I assumed you were aware of the proceedings and were just refusing to sign the papers," she said. “Your husband seemed to think that you would put up a fight, so I didn't reach out to you yet." I felt even more pained and betrayed. So, has this been going on for that long? He had been thinking about divorcing me for weeks. Julian had been planning to leave me for months, and he had been discussing it with his lawyer behind my back. I couldn't believe the level of deception and betrayal. I started to cry, the tears streaming down my face as I realized the extent of Julian's lies.

*"You're going to be my wife, and that's it. I don't care who I have to convince, even if it means we're going to run away and do this secretly. I don't care. Bottom line is, you're mine." "I'm not a child anymore," I said. "I'm not the same girl that fell for that rubbish. You cheated on me," I said. "With my stepsister. Do you have any idea how that made me feel? How every time I look at you, I feel nothing but disgust? That even while we were married—when you did come home—you had just finished with her. You could have just finished touching her, telling her, maybe, how much you loved her."