Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

It hadn’t even been five minutes since I told them about the divorce, and everything was already spiraling. “Mom…” I turned to her with teary eyes, my voice trembling. “Dad just hit me.” “Shut your filthy mouth and answer your father. Did you divorce your husband? Yes or no?” I stared at them, stunned. Why were they acting like this? They had never looked at me with such disgust. It was like they wanted to rip me apart. I shook my head, trying to calm myself. They probably just didn’t understand the full story. So I started to explain, from the beginning, about my so-called friend and how James betrayed me.

On the sofa—where she often fell asleep waiting for me—I sat down, gripping the divorce agreement tightly. I knew Isabella wanted my love, she longed so desperately for my attention. I was always sick of her efforts to get it, acting like she was just a maid begging for scraps. She was fucking infuriating, acting like she was better than me by doing this. All along I was the one who wanted the divorce, not the other way around. Dropping the agreement, I clenched my fists tightly. "Fine. If that’s what you want, never coming back."

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.”

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

They never imagined the man who'd been married to me for eight years had a seven-year-old son on the side. Ruby finally dropped the innocent act. She grabbed Eric and pulled him off the floor. "Eric, what are you scared of? Just divorce Sandra. Once you get half their family's assets, we won't have to put up with them anymore. Our family can finally be together." The room exploded. "Ruby, you're the mistress. How are you still this shameless?" "Mr. Tyler's disgusting too. I seriously thought he was a decent guy." "He got another woman pregnant right after getting married? Those two are insane."