Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel Novels & Stories

Not after losing almost everything , my marriage, my home… and nearly myself. Everyone thought getting yourself back after a divorce was quick and sudden, but that shit only happened in TV shows and not in reality. It was hard taking yourself back up when your whole life had been controlled by your husband's money. Everything was taken away from me and even if he hadn't asked, I wouldn't keep any of his things in my life.

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!"

Asher remarked, a hint of mockery in his tone. “I don't love you anymore! I curse the day I met you. I curse all our memories and this marriage, it's over.. and you can go to hell, Asher!” I blasted, almost feeling like I could explode anytime. Asher kept mute for a while as if short of words. I picked a pen from my purse, taking the documents from Luther as I scribbled my signature. A tear wanted to escape my eyes but I had to hold it. I have to be strong. I flipped the divorce papers to him. “Here. I have signed it. Do well to sign yours too! Asshole!” I gritted my teeth and stood up. Asher seemed a bit off.

She explained, but I shook my head showing her a disagreement. "No, of course, it's possible. There is an annulment, it's easy. Then you... you are the one he loves. He was just forced to marry me so it would be easy if we just got divorced." I smiled forcedly, even though I was actually in so much pain. It's too heavy to handle. I also don’t know how I can manage to say how I feel without my tears dripping. "I'm really sorry-" "Hannah?!" We were both taken aback and quickly turned around and immediately stood up when we heard Tyron’s terrifying voice. I felt like my body turned into a rock when I saw him glaring at me.

A real-life telenovela was playing right in front of her eyes! Tyrell failed to manage his expression, and his face went pale. Ethan coldly said, "Sugar daddy? Liv is the woman I love with all my heart. I'm willing to remarry her as long as she gives me the green light." The revelation stunned everyone. There was a story behind the divorce—it wasn't he who dumped her; she was the one who dumped him! Tyrell immediately knew that this was a game over. Now that he had offended both the Heaths and the Millers, forget about bringing Neal to further heights, his family was doomed.

It felt like someone just emptied a drum of freezing water on me at once. “I suggest you sign the divorce papers tomorrow and leave my fucking house,” he added, his tone completely void of emotion. I stood frozen, staring at both of them, my heart breaking in real time. This was our house.... ours. Janice leaned closer to him, her fingers lightly gripping his shirt as she pouted innocently. “Vincent,” she said softly, “please make her leave already. I don’t want her hurting the baby, since she's barren. You know how cruel wombless women can be. "

“Did you…talk to Tyler about this? Did you have a huge fight? You can’t end this with a divorce—” “I want to end it with a divorce, Damon. Now, I want to know. Can you help me?” “Tyler is my best friend…” “And I am his wife…and I want a divorce.” “What did he do?” “He cheated,” I answered without blinking. He was even more shocked by what he heard. He looked at me intently and shook his head, “No…No, Serena. You must be mistaken. Tyler would never…cheat on you.” “He did. And this time, with Catherine.”

Tyler leaned back on his elbows and gave me that look he always did when he thought I was being dramatic. "Are you serious right now?" "Yes, I’m serious," I snapped. "It’s been forever." He let out a breath. "Reaper … she’s telling her husband she wants a divorce. You think that’s a two-minute conversation?" I clenched my jaw. "The guy loves her," Tyler went on. "Or at least thinks he does. He’s not just going to smile and say 'sure, no problem.' Of course it’s going to be hard." "Fuck this," I cursed under my breath and started pacing again.

“Don’t bring Isabela into this, Clarisse. Wasn’t it you who ruined your relationship with her? I married you because it was Isabela’s last request to repair your relationship—“Alexander turned to look at Clarisse, his gaze sharp and piercing. “But you are greedy and shameless. I’m giving you a chance. Sign these divorce papers, or I won’t hesitate to do what I did before to bring down Vendrake.” Alexander’s threat made Clarisse tremble for a moment. The woman moved backwards with small steps, her body swaying as she shook. And that was when something inside Clarisse snapped. When Alexander turned on the dining room lights, he didn’t realise that his wife had added something to his drink. Cla