Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel の小説・ストーリー

"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.

I crossed the room, walking slowly, straight and surely not looking away from the line of his shoulders as I covered the distance between us. When I reached him I put two fingers lightly against his back, a tap, barely anything and he turned. I held out the folder for him to take. He opened it and read, his face giving nothing away, not even surprise or satisfaction, nothing that would tell me what was happening behind those eyes. But I knew what was in the folder. The signed final decree. The judge's stamp. My name, free from Cole Holt printed in clean black ink on government paper. The divorce was done.

He kissed me again, slower this time, deeper, his hands roaming possessively over my body — sliding down my waist, gripping my ass, pulling me flush against his hardness. The wind whipped around us, carrying the scent of salt and tropical flowers, but all I could focus on was him. The Tyrant. My tyrant. The man who ruled with blood and fear, yet touched me like I was the only thing in his world worth protecting. I broke the kiss, pressing my forehead to his chest, trying to steady my racing heart. “This is insane,” I whispered. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” His fingers traced slow circles on my lower back.

“What exactly do you want sir?.......You wa⁠nt to know why I’m here huh? My husband, well soon‌ to‌ be ex fuc‌ked‍ my stepsist‍er in our damn b‍ed, gave m‌e‌ divorce papers. After‍ I gave him everything.‍ I held him up when he‍ had nothing, typed his p⁠lans⁠ till my fingers bled, paid all⁠ his bills. And my inheritance….billions of dollar‌s, Dad’s comp‌any, I signed it over because I loved him, I bu⁠ilt his‍ e‌mpire. And now he’s kicki⁠ng me⁠ out by the weekend, laug⁠hing with her, taking every penny from‌ m‌e.” My hands flew in fire. “I’m done. ….done being their fool. No more s⁠tupid⁠, naive Ela‌ra who thi‌nks l‌ove fixes everything.” I yelled again, “Pou⁠r me another whiskey now!” He shoo

It hadn’t even been five minutes since I told them about the divorce, and everything was already spiraling. “Mom…” I turned to her with teary eyes, my voice trembling. “Dad just hit me.” “Shut your filthy mouth and answer your father. Did you divorce your husband? Yes or no?” I stared at them, stunned. Why were they acting like this? They had never looked at me with such disgust. It was like they wanted to rip me apart. I shook my head, trying to calm myself. They probably just didn’t understand the full story. So I started to explain, from the beginning, about my so-called friend and how James betrayed me.

“I’m sorry, Adrian. I messed up. But we’re here now. You need a wife to inherit your father’s empire, and I’m the best choice.” “The best choice,” he scoffed, finally placing the tablet down, “Since when did a married woman become the best choice for a bride?” “Well,” I shrugged, biting the gum with a smirk as I raised one finger, “Just got divorced.” He let out a low chuckle, the kind that echoed in your bones. His fingers powered off the tablet, tossed it onto the table, then he turned to face me fully. “Seriously, Syra? You get divorced and sprint back to the guy you dumped like a bad habit ten years ago? What the hell kind of game are you playing?”

"Sign the documents that you're willingly transferring all of your properties to my name, Arielle," Tyron ordered his wife sharply. Arielle sat in a chair, and in front of her were the papers Tyron wanted her to sign. "Shame on you, Tyron! You're a demon! I regret marrying you!" she cried. She couldn't believe her husband could do this to her.

"Would you care though? People always say that men don't like beautiful wives but one who is virtuous and capable." At that instant, Rose recalled a piece of news that she had come across a while ago. It was about a man who married a beautiful woman. The woman followed him faithfully and took care of his family well. But one day, a notorious tyrant had his eye on the woman and defiled her in front of her husband. However, the man did nothing to save his wife because he was afraid that the tyrant would hurt his family. In the end, due to that impactful incident, the woman had a mental breakdown and ended up losing her mind.

They had been married for five years, with Tyrell constantly bending over backward to please her. Victoria only had eyes for her first love, Luke Austin. Yesterday, Tyrell slapped Luke across the face in a fit of jealousy. To avenge Luke, Victoria had Tyrell hung up and beaten. I remembered how the plot went. Tyrell refused to sign the divorce papers, and in the end, he was brutally torn apart. I needed to survive, so I quickly blurted, "Yes! I'll sign it!" Only then did Victoria order her men to release me and toss over the divorce agreement.

When she’d been married to Vaughn, her life had been full of drama. There was always some woman out there wanting to steal her husband. But now, as a divorced woman, she found that life was rather boring. Maybe it was because she no longer had to worry about working or making money.