Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel Novels & Stories

“Are you married, Mr. Tyler Harrington?” “Yes, I was. But no, I am not. I divorced my wife due to my silly mistake. I thought I was doing the best thing, you know?” “I understand where you are coming from, son. I did the same to my lovely wife; may her soul rest in peace. I cheated on her with a woman with big buttocks. It was not entirely my fault; I love big butts, and my wife had a flat one. So I cheated, and when she found out and threatened with a divorce, I hit her head with a bat and she bled to death.”

The door opened. Tyler entered the room, his presence a palpable shift in the atmosphere. His gaze, cold and accusing, was fixed on me, and I knew, with a sinking feeling, that this was not going to be a pleasant conversation. He stood beside Joana, their eyes locked on me, a silent battle brewing in the space between us. "What are you going to do now, Tyra?" Tyler asked, his voice laced with a harshness that made my heart sink. "You already had a child with him, and now you're divorced." His words felt like a physical blow, a sharp stab in my chest.

I grabbed my box and shoved past him with defiance. “You dare not walk away from me,” Hayes threatened from behind me, his loud shout bringing me to a halt. This man still thinks he is speaking to the old Hannah. I laughed. Then slowly, like a Greek warrior standing before inferior soldiers, I faced him. My eyes, scorching red. “Dear husband,” I said, ignoring his former statement like I didn’t hear it. “I want a divorce.”

chaos on the bed. “Sharon has left! She doesn’t love you anymore. Don’t waste your tears crying for a woman like her!” But Bruce continued to roar, seemingly not listening to Aileen’s words. “Why did you leave when I’m paralyzed now? But you don’t have to worry. My legs will get better in the future. I don’t want a divorce with you.” Aileen sighed in annoyance. “Bruce! Listen to Mom! You are a strong person! She’s not worth it.” Aileen cupped Bruce’s face, making him look into her eyes.

I gripped her hair, jerking her head backwards and she cried but her swollen eyes could not produce any more tears. “Your wife fucked with what belong to me." I cocked my head to the side, my eyes still on him while his scared eyes moved from me to Valentina and back to his wife. “You could try to get to her, I would only need to get three of my bullets buried into your body, I guess they would love it in there.” His chest went up and down in suppressed anger. “Your wife will pay for her deeds, now get Matteo to get the divorce papers done, else you would end up in a place worse than this.

BOOK 2 Prologue The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife 2 (Marrying Him For Revenge) Ps; this book can also be read as a standalone Lyra's POV Well hello there, dear readers. It's been a while. It's Lyra Hanley here, or should I say Lyra Ford. Yeah, right, I married him again. And you sure as much must have been wondering why I would go back to my abusive ex husband who took everything from me. The truth is.. do you want to find out? Then buckle up your belt for more drama as the story unfolds.

I whispered. “Shut up, you whore. I am glad I never opened my heart to you. I will never do so anyway.” Victor fired before throwing a file that Dorcas handed him.“Those are the divorce papers. You don’t need to sign them. Our marriage wasn't even registered. As far as the law is concerned, we were never married.” Tears streamed down my face. I had been deceived the entire time. Victor then turned toward the door. “Take her away. She has tried, time and again, to hurt my fiancée.”

"Second condition." I looked at him coldly. "I'm taking Jamie. You will never see him again. Child support -- five million dollars, lump sum." "Ella, don't push it!" Derek jabbed a finger at me. "Jamie is my son too!" "Perfect. Then I'll take Jamie straight to the Ashfords and let them know that their future son-in-law already has a child. Let them watch their daughter raise her fiance's secret kid before they've even walked down the aisle."

Tears spilled freely as I stared at the man I once called my husband… and wondered how love could turn so cruel. I stared at the divorce papers in my hand, my vision blurry with tears as my heart felt like it had been ripped out of my chest and stomped on. I didn’t even know how I was still breathing. Slowly, I lifted my eyes to look at Liam, the man I gave everything to. The man I once believed was a gift from God. The same man who just destroyed me with a few cold, cruel words. “Liam…” my voice came out weak, shaking like a fragile branch in a storm. “What if I told you I’m pregnant?”

Then he let out a chuckle, like it was all some kind of joke. "You wanna divorce me, huh? You think you can survive without me? "Don't forget—I've been providing for you. Since the day we got married, you've lived off me. You spent four years as a housewife, taking handouts from me. What right do you have to file for divorce?" His words grew louder, his pride swelling with each sentence. By the end, he looked so smug it made my skin crawl. "You're not leaving me, Faye. You wouldn't dare!"