Romans & histoires Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel

“We got divorced just three weeks ago, and now you’re jumping into another marriage?” “Exactly. She got divorced. You're no longer in the picture. So why did he even care?” Tyler stated. “I wasn’t talking to you,” Brad raised his voice. “What’s your business with this?” “I have every business in this,” Tyler said calmly. “Because you’re speaking to my wife.” “Don’t go talking like she’s yours!” Brad yelled.

He managed to make me chuckle while I nodded. If he were that easy to give his money to anyone, he’d probably go bankrupt someday. Erica’s glance made me realize that she also noticed Cillian seemed interested in me. I was a little worried that if she mentioned it now, it might make things awkward. But she remained silent, cutting another piece of cake for herself. After a while, I helped Erica refill the drinks that had run out. She didn’t have any servants at all, saying she preferred peace and quiet. Erica is an amazing mother, I could tell from her actions and the way she carried herself. The man she was going to divorce tried to pressure her, but she remained unshaken.

Her voice sounded rough, as if she was threatening. "Yeah about the marriage…I think we should get a divorce now." Tyler said, he opened a wardrobe and brought out documents, he stretched out his arm to give her the documents. Valerie shook her head in denial. She made contact with the documents and they started burning. "Never…. Never, we're never going to get a divorce…I think I own you. I always felt like you were mine…that's why I snapped at you and slapped you everytime you got too friendly with a chick ." Valerie whispered, wrapping her hands on his neck.

The containers hit the floor and scattered and she didn’t flinch at any of it, just stood there with her chest rising and falling and her voice, when it came, stripped completely bare. “Just leave. Don’t talk to me. Don’t bring me food, don’t call my office, don’t” She pressed her hand to her forehead. “I want Alaric to wake up so that I can call Mark and get those papers signed. The divorce. I want it finished properly finished, with signatures and dates and no more reasons for you to be in my house.” “Elara” “I mean it, Victor. The moment he wakes up” “Will you just look at this.”

With her husband in bed directly above them, he pounded into her, his hand still covering her mouth to muffle her moans. "That's right," he whispered. "Your husband's sleeping while I destroy his wife's pussy. While I make you mine. You like that?" Sarah nodded frantically, another orgasm building despite the insanity of the situation. "Come for me," Tyrone commanded. "Come on my cock while your husband sleeps." She did....silently, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him.....and Tyrone followed, emptying himself inside her one more time. When he finally pulled out, Sarah collapsed against the sink, unable to stand.

Sarah! Derrick yelled from his room while I was in Gillian's room. "Find them yourself. Or ask your mistress to prepare them." I approached him, folding my arms across my chest. "I'm still your husband!" he yelled again, his eyes bulging. It seemed that Derrick had finally exploded. Good. In that case, he would agree to the divorce eventually. "What kind of husband are you, Derrick? A depraved husband like you doesn't deserve respect! I'd rather not have a husband than be constantly hurt. I'm exhausted. I'm fucking done!" I shouted back.

He will never go scot free for humiliating her in that manner. “For your information Mr. Hunter, I am not interested either to be part of your family . I wonder why you and Andres are world a part . He is nice but you are ruthless. Yes…. I am a divorcee and a mother who love her life so much. Mr. Hunter, did you think that a man who divorced his wife and abandoned her, is better than me? You have no right to soil my name. I guess you had no idea that I know that you have been going after a married woman”

“How could you do this? After everything I’ve done for you, Joyce? The double shifts so you could go to Cambridge? The tuition I paid when Dad said no? The nights I wrote your essays while you partied? I gave you a home, clothes, a future… and this is how you repay me? Stealing my husband and my baby the day after my wedding?” I lean against the doorframe, one hand lazily circling my belly, watching her fall apart like it’s the sweetest revenge. Tyler steps forward. “None of that matters now,” he says, ice cold. “I needed a son to carry my name. Joyce is giving me one. You two have the same face anyway. It’ll be like I never lost you.” He pulls the signed divorce papers from his back pocket

I put my hand on my head trying to relieve the pain of pulling my hair. “Let’s end it. Let's end this marriage here and divorce!” I said, trying to sound confident and strong. My voice sounded trembling though. His grip tightened more and hissed before my face, “Once it went in, you became officially mine. So, be a good girl and cancel this ridiculous shit!” Looked at him defiantly and said, “I won't Raf, accept that.” I heard knocks on the washroom door. I panicked and whispered, “Look what you have done. Someone is out!”

"You had an extramarital affair and even gave birth to a child. Per the law, I can make you leave this marriage without a dime to your name. I can even make you compensate me for my losses!" We hadn't even gotten married, though. I was so angry that my hands started trembling. "You and I never got married, Tyler! How could I have had an extramarital affair? Put my son down!" Calvin kicked his legs as he dangled in the air. He didn't look scared, though. The household staff surrounded Tyler but didn't dare do anything to him because of his status. All they could do was try to convince him to put Calvin down. Tyler refused to listen. He shot me a look and said, "I'll deal with you after teachi