Romans & histoires Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel

"I’ve spent three years being the 'ice queen' wife you hated. I’ve spent three years watching you buy her jewelry with the money my family helped you consolidate. I'm bored, Nikolai. Truly, deeply bored of you." Micah gasped, her hand going to her throat. "Nikolai, she can't be serious. She's just hurt—" "I’m not hurt, Micah. I’m relieved," I said, looking her straight in the eyes. I saw the flash of fear in her expression. She wanted to be the mistress who won; she didn't want to be the wife who had to deal with a bankrupt Nikolai. "You can have him. The house, the trauma, the cold bed. He’s all yours."

A reluctant smile curved my lips as soon as I emptied my glass. I breathed hard, then looked up to meet the cold breeze and ease all the troubling thoughts in my head, but somehow the glittering stars, and peaceful night sky couldn’t make the cut. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol that tasted bitter, or the feeling weighing down my chest, but no matter how much I drink, I could still vividly remember my last conversation with Damian. What a ruthless husband. How can he shamelessly ask me for a divorce right after I overlooked his scandalous affair?

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.

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!]

“The word ‘divorce’ doesn't exist in my dictionary, flamingo. You don't seem to get this or even understand what you are into,” She closed her eyes briefly, taking another step. “Rowan, this is past midnight and I am too tired to have more fights with you. We would divorce and that is final,” “Says who?” I laughed, eyes darkening on her. “Seraphina, there is no out in this marriage,” “What are you going to do? Hold a gun to my head? Tie me up?” “If I have to,” “Rowan,” She cried, a tear tracking down her cheek as she ripped her hand through her hair.