Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel Novels & Stories

On the night of my tenth wedding anniversary with my billionaire husband, his female secretary called him. Ignoring the fact that I was completely naked, he pulled away and started to leave. I couldn't stop myself from confronting him. He sighed, yet his tone was inexplicably relaxed. "So you finally figured it out. Elowen is young and insecure. She's afraid I'll fall in love with your body again. "She's adorable. Now that I've tasted something young and vibrant, why would I ever settle for what’s withered and spent?" A chill spread through my body, and I stood there frozen. "Silas, that's not a funny joke." He didn't answer. He merely shot me a look of disgust. "She's underestimating hersel

He said quietly, "I'm just going to check on her." The second the door closed, I heard myself laugh. So that's the sound a heart makes when it breaks. Barely a whisper. Ten minutes later, I opened my laptop and started a new document. The title: Divorce Papers. I was on the asset division section when the front door lock suddenly clicked. I thought Adrian had come back, but standing outside was Vivian. She leaned on a crutch, her eyes rimmed red, a book in her hand. "Serena, Mr. Prescott said you misunderstood."

He asked, showing genuine interest in my personal life now instead of simple curiosity. " No. I am getting divorced. Just last night, I rejected my mate." A faint shift crossed his expression. Surprise perhaps. " Is this why you fainted last night?" I paused for a brief moment before I turned toward him, " Partly. I was slapped by my employer for admiring her mate-bond with her mate, I was almost squeezed to death by a psycho Lycan Prince, and when I came home, I found my husband calling me a pig, an embarrassment, and disgusting." I said, my voice calmer than I intended. The calmness scared even me. It sounded like I had already become numb to pain.

And finally, I got to the main road. Then everything started sinking in all over again—Lexa's arrival, Dylan bringing her to my home, the kissing in my presence even though I was the wife, just everything. And when I thought of leaving, he didn't hesitate to give me a divorce—he never wanted me. All these years I was busy loving him, but he was only disgusted by me. The time he was a bit soft with me, it was all pretense till his mistress returned and he couldn't pretend any more.

I wondered what they had done to have turned the living room into the mess that it was but the picture I managed to conjure up only made me feel utter disgust toward the man I loved with all my heart. I gripped my chest, more drops of tears dropping on the cushioned chair I held on it. If anyone had told me that Aiden would ever betray me in this manner, or betray me at all, I would have made a bet that he would never and even lay down my life. I looked around the room, at all the evidences and telltales of his betrayal.

I barely spared him a glance—until he walked straight to my chair and bent down, whispering urgently. His voice was low. “Sir, you need to see this.” I flicked my gaze toward him. I didn’t like interruptions. Daniel knew that. If he was here, then it wasn’t just important—it was urgent. Without a word, I reached for my phone and unlocked it. The first thing I saw was the headline. “Woman Divorces Husband, Seen Leaving Michell Garcia’s Hotel Room.” My jaw locked. I scrolled down. The attached video was short, clipped together for maximum damage.

“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.

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.

He scolded his daughter and turned to look at Casey, flattering, "Casey, I promise you. From today onwards, you can do whatever you want with our family." "Alright, then leave your mistress first." Casey began to exercise her authority. "This... How could there be a mistress..." Terry flushed red. Casey sneered, "Don't take me for a fool. When we were just married, you treated me so well. Even your daughter was against me so much, you didn't want to divorce me. In the past two years, you have caused all sorts of trouble for me, even forcing me to live in another building. If you were to divorce me, isn't there someone? How could you change like this?"

No way… I wouldn’t allow you to have your fun. That being said, I grabbed the divorce papers and meticulously ripped them to shreds, one by one. Leaving no letter behind. Divorce? You think I would let you marry another man? No way in hell, Summer. You would carry my lastname until we both die! [Note: Thank you again, guys! Don’t forget to comment on the MAIN COMMENT SECTION OF THE BOOK to boost its popularity! It would mean a lot to me!]