Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel Novelas e Histórias

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”

His hands pressed down on my knees, smiling at me maliciously. "No! Get off me!" I screamed, tears were now streaming down my face, harsh and unforgiving. "Let me go, you fucking bastard!" "No!" he yelled, as he crawled on top of me, gripping my chin with his hand. "Your husband is fucking Mandy, so I'm gonna fuck you as well!" I stared at the lunatic in front of me in disbelief, my lips quivered in fear. He was jealous of Troy. They were both in love with Mandy. What did they see in her that made them fall in love with that evil woman?

He was the heart throb of the school, wealthy, handsome…name it, he ticked all the boxes. And for some crazy reason, he wanted me. Boy, he did spoil me silly. Five years in school, he married me immediately I graduated, fought with his parents for me. Only to throw it all away five years later. Micah gives me a small smile. “You loved him.” “I still do,” I confess. “He’s all I’ve ever known, Micah. The only man I’ve ever been with, the only man I’ve ever loved.” “I can’t imagine how you must be taking this divorce.”

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.

Charlotte said with clenched tongue. "yen yen yen." Tyler mocked. "If you can't treat me as a woman that I am let's get a divorce." Charlotte said. "Have you forgotten the contract?" Tyler asked. "I haven't. I'm sure you don't want to be stuck with me. I'm sure you want to be free and happy. You want to be a bachelor right?" Charlotte asked. "That's a brilliant idea. We can get a divorce without my father's consent and everything will be back to normal." Tyler said stroking his beard.

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

“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.

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.