Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

Silence. His eyes were sharp now. Measuring. Like he couldn’t decide if I was finally growing a spine or finally losing my grip. “I’ve done everything you asked,” I said. “Every deal. Every lie. Every silence. I married someone I barely knew because you said it would hold the company together. And now, when things get ugly, you want me to throw her away like she’s a bad press release?” “She’s not fit.” “She’s not your to measure.” His jaw twitched.

“Get out of my room. I don’t care what you, Diablo, or even the bitch Alexandra that you aim to call a wife planned, I am going to make your damn life hell.” “Is that so?” I sat on the couch that I was initially sitting on, my chest aching with each breath that I took as I knew that not only did my husband send me divorce papers, he didn’t have the guts to do it himself. He had his second hand give them to me. No wonder he didn’t come to say goodbye to me. He wouldn’t be able to look me in the eye. The man was sending me back to my tyrant. “Do you want a bet?” I asked, and he frowned. He walked toward me, picking the knife up on the way as he did. He set the knife on the tray, where it initi

"Let go of me, Kiki." "I won't!" Kiara declared as she hugged him tighter. "Why are you acting so strangely now, Ty? Do you not love me anymore? I'm your… wife, you know…" After a pause, Tyler said, "It's just as well. I've been meaning to discuss this with you, Kiki." "What is it?" Kiara looked at him in confusion. "Ever since you came back to the country, your ex-husband probably hasn't bothered you anymore, right?" Tyler said gently. "I think it's time we get a divorce."

The answer to my question stared right in my face as I had woken up early in the morning to get the documents prepared. Eight years loving you and five years of calling you my wife. Today, I, Randy White has finally decided to give you what you've always wanted—freedom, sealed in ink. Divorce papers. “Oh yeah,” Clara giggled into her phone as she walked down the stairs, “yes, Kyle of course I have time tomorrow night,” she said as walked straight to the dining table and settled down, “Okay, yeah. I'll see you soon,” she said, giggling again at something he had said.

He sighed like I was exhausting him. “We’re getting divorced. That’s already decided and keeping the baby will only make things harder for you.” “For me?” I repeated, disbelief creeping into my voice. “You think this is about me struggling?” “You won’t be able to handle it alone.” Something inside me snapped at that. “You don’t get to decide what I can handle,” I said, my voice shaking but stronger now. “You lost that right the moment you chose someone else.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Lower your voice.” I almost laughed.

Kyera's face remained straight ever as she spoke her mind, everyone in the office now watching both of them exchanging words instead of joining in the discussion. “You must be in your head with one of those fairy tale novels you read again. I don't blame you,” Taylor cocked an eyebrow at her. “Whatever you say,” Kyera rolled her eyes flippantly, and took her seat behind her desk, “I am reading one now though. The lady is a rich one, and she is tough,” she mumbled. “I don't care. It is probably your regular books again,” Taylor dismissed. “No, it is not. Why am I even talking a lot?” Kyera's lips pursed as opened her laptop and switched it on, “After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billlionaire, is

"As my fiance stated, my mother sent us off to different family members after the divorce. During the marriage with her first husband, she was rarely at home, always working in her company. When she got home, she wouldn't be the mother we children had needed, but was rather emotionally abusive, putting us down with every word of hers. Nothing was ever good enough for her. I only became interesting to her after nearly 15 years, when I had grown my company into what it is today. To get my mother out of my life again, we made a deal. I had to marry Eleanor Hawkins and stay married for a year, pushing our company's statuses up, and then she would disappear from my life, never to be seen again. M

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