Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel Novels & Stories

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.

“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

“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.

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay. I took off my wedding ring and threw it at him. “I’m done, Lucas.

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.

he caught me off abruptly as he tossed the documents to my face without glancing at me. My chest tightened as I stared blankly at the divorce papers lying before me. I rushed over to Tyler, fell on my knees and begged him profusely but he shoved me away like some trash. “My company is public now and you’re not fit to be my wife” he said coldly as I flinched in fear. “It couldn’t be that my grandfather was right” I swallowed hard, refusing to believe it. The words cut through my heart as I murmured, “what did you say?” stunned at his coldness.

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

I interrupted him when I noticed he was trying to touch me , “Don't even think of laying your filthy hands on me! I'm sure you came here for a confirmation. Yes! Tyler and I are now divorced because he has another family and has just been using me for his selfish desires. If you think I would give you a chance now that I and Tyler are apart, then you must be daydreaming. You have no idea of how much I hate and resent you, I don't want to know if you're a changed person. That doesn't change the fact that you broke my heart and also tried to kill me because I was with Tyler. All men are evil, you all are a bunch of liars filled with so much pretense. Go to hell and I pray we never cross paths

The question hung in the freezing sea air between us—heavy, ancient, and filled with twenty-two years of lost time. "Yes," I said without hesitation. "I would tear up every divorce draft. I would burn every court order. I would spend every day learning how to be a husband instead of a tyrant." I paused, looking past her toward the warm light coming from the living room windows, where Noah and Elias were moving through the illuminated frame of the glass. "But I don't want to go back anymore, Serena," I added softly. Serena’s dark eyebrows rose slightly in quiet surprise. "Why?"