Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novel Novels & Stories

While Winifred had tears in her eyes since Tyr had helped her family become successful and rich, she could not imagine how much her husband had suffered all these years just for him to achieve what he had right now. Tyr took a deep breath once more. He opened the window and lit a cigarette. “Dad, Mum, and Winifred. Since you guys are the closest to me, you guys would be exposed to many dangers. However, I, Tyr Summers, guarantee that no matter what, I will let anyone hurt you guys even an inch.” “However, if you guys think that I am a burden, Winifred and I can…” Tyr could not continue his sentence. Divorce?

Dear Readers, Thank you for your unwavering support and for being part of this incredible journey. I won't say it's the end because we will still hear from Riley and Adrain. However, Chapter 262 concludes Book 1 of Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire. Book 2 will cover Riley and Adrian's lives years later and focus on their children. Yes, this includes their daughter, Freya. In the coming days, I will write a preview and some bonus chapters using the author's notes. Please watch out for it.

his mum spat. I looked at Asher with tear filled eyes but he couldn’t meet my stare. I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. All I could do was stare at the paper in my hand, my eyes blurring with tears. I did plan on leaving him, but I didn’t expect him to shove the divorce papers in my face. “The divorced procedure is taking longer than expected Asher, and I know I had to step in.” His mum informs, “if you can come clean with her and tell her to hand over the property then I will”

“You'll be coming to this place, my private residence, once in a while, but I need you to fully stay at the family house, where my spoiled lazy son stayed.” That's right. All through the five months I was married to him, Freddie,my ex husband doesn't do anything at all. Apart from carrying girls. “I want you to go inside that house, make their life a living hell.” The words brought out so much joy inside of me. I can't believe it is finally time for me to take my revenge on them. **** The next day, I stood in front of the mansion again, the same place I was thrown out like a trash, I'm about to return there as somebody. Someone powerful.

I had made it real. "What?" His shock was evident. His eyes widened and he leaned forward. "Mrs. Ethan, surely…." "Yes," I cut him off, my voice firm. "I'm done with this marriage. I want to file for divorce." The decision had solidified during those long, dark hours in the guest room. I couldn't stay in a marriage where I was treated like an inconvenience, where my husband's pregnant mistress took priority over me. I deserved better than this. I deserved love, respect, and dignity. Even if I had to find it alone.

But no amount of alcohol could erase the memory of her smile, the sound of her laughter, the way she always does the opposite of what I ask her to do, or the way she’d looked at me as if I were more than just Alessandro De Luca. For the first time in years, I wondered if I’d made a mistake. I rested my back in my chair, swaying it to and fro as I tried to forget. "What did I just hear?" Tyrion said the moment he barged in. I sat up, looking at him without saying a word. "You didn't just divorce Carly, I thought everything was going so well, I thought it was beginning to be more than just a contract marriage." He said out, and I could tell her was disappointed.

except the fact my wife is fucking another man? Tyler shook his head. “Take her home; make sure she rests. And get the hell out of my face.” His words were dismissive, as if . . . well, as if Tyler knew he’d see Alyssa—and have her—again. Whenever he pleased. Luc gritted his teeth. He ought to leave her here with her lover. He’d been stupid enough to fall for her—hard—and now he was going to pay the price. He’d married her because she carried this man’s child. Now he was getting an inside look at what it had taken for these two to conceive. And didn’t it hurt like a bitch?

But it wasn't my husband but Andrew. I looked at him, his face reigning in fury. He spat, “Zara, your husband is so pathetic. Just tell me his name and I shall smash him into pieces.” A loud inhale filled with rage from my husband was audible to my ears. I continued badmouthing my husband. “Andrew, that's why I am in the process of divorcing my husband. Though I could give him one more chance, I won't. I won't step back from my decision to divorce him because he ejaculates prematurely.”

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.

But now, I no longer wanted to lay all of this out for Adrian to hear. I was too tired. Too tired to keep proving myself, too tired to keep defending myself, and too tired to face those half-believing, half-doubting eyes of his. I simply said, “I don’t want this life everyone else envies. Is that okay?” “I want a divorce.” “Even if I die out there, it doesn’t matter.” “This is my choice, and it has nothing to do with you.” Adrian’s face darkened to something terrifying. “I am your husband.”