Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel Novels & Stories

Plus, he had been very charming with his innocent sincerity when he was chasing after me. However, he had neglected to consider one thing: No normal person would still be enamored with a man who degraded them. Within a year of being married, I had already woken up from my delusion. I knew the truth. Terrence was not just despicable. He was barely worthy of being called a man. I had asked for a divorce in our second year of marriage. Unfortunately, Terrence was even more of a cretin than I had expected and had gotten me pregnant.

Sighting my phone, I remembered the call of the Alpha, and the anger I felt toward Tina came flooding. “God, I can't stand her anymore. I am only doing this because I pity her. All this affection is for pity alone. Yet, I can't stand her anymore, she is not even my type! I want to reject her badly.” I walked over to the table, grabbing my phone while switching off my laptop. ‘I know, right? Reject or divorce? Your choice of words!’ Tyrant said and I nodded. He was right she wasn't my mate but my wife. I would be divorcing her. I was just used to the word since it was a common term amongst us wolves.

"You need to let me know where you're going next time you're leaving, or I won't be able to find you." One horrifying experience had been more than Vicky could take, so she whispered, "I know. I won't wander off again." It was a dangerous world out there, and she would still be resenting Tyler for locking her inside a hotel room in Arrowtown had she not spent a week in Forever Night. In comparison, Tyler never truly imprisoned her. He was her husband, and despite all the conflicts they had, he would never leave her to die. Tyler lowered his gaze, his eyes glittering in the dark. "Do you still want a divorce?"

Rain in Tucson was rare. But that night, the city carried the scent of it. The air felt heavier by morning, clouds stretching low across the desert sky as Lena stepped into Hartwell Enterprises with her usual composed stride. Only today, composure took more effort. The stories had not slowed overnight. If anything, they had deepened. Not louder. Sharper. People weren’t just discussing the divorce anymore. They were choosing sides. And that was dangerous. Because once the public turned a private failure into a moral argument, facts stopped mattering.

I wasn't turned on by a man who might turn out to be worse than my ex-husband, or sitting on a shower floor because I'd burnt myself trying to cool down dirty images of my contracted husband, who also slept with other women openly and had zero regard for my feelings about it, until apparently today when he decided to go jealous about a fucking hug. I pulled my hair even harder, groaning loudly. "Get it together, Althea," I muttered to the tiles. But I knew deep down— even if it was a problem— I knew more were still coming.

“Have one more dose. I’m sure your beloved tyrant of a mate would love to see you die a painfully slow death.” A hard kick rattled the cage loudly, and the grating sound exacerbated the ache in my head and sent me a strong wave of nausea. “Wake up! It’s no fun if I don’t see you try to suppress your screams.” He gave the cage another kick while he called me a bitch under his breath. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and as I looked at the ugly, burly man, I tried with all my might to make my gaze come across as a fiery and defiant glare.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

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I’ll be filing charges for identity fraud and misrepresentation. Tanya’s face turned ghostly white. Cary paused, then continued, ‘And one more thing—the most important thing tonight. Hyacinth Galloway is still my wife. That divorce agreement is null and void.’

"I already have a wife, and soon I'll be a father. What exactly do I need you for?" His words struck hard, but strangely, they didn't hurt as much as they should have. Perhaps because he was right. He already had someone else. Someone he had chosen over me. Someone he had stolen my kidney for. Someone carrying his child. The divorce papers were simply the final nail in the coffin. Besides, I couldn't imagine spending another day married to a cruel man like Richard. At this point, divorce was the only reasonable outcome. Without wasting another second, I grabbed a pen and signed the papers.