Novel & Cerita Divorcing The Aloof Husband Novel

Diana whined, "Your wife will be out of there anyways and I like the Azure villa more." It felt like a needle stabbed Alaric's chest as he thought that Evelyn would be leaving this villa soon. He himself didn't know why he was facing these strange emotions after one whole year of their marriage, when they are finally going to divorce. "I need some time to manage my parents too." Alaric answered, "Since the news of divorce will be too sudden for them." "Oh." Dianna seemed a bit disappointed, "I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy. I just don't want to stay away from you anymore. We both have suffered enough since last year."

Almyra's POV, I don't know how I was going to tell him that Xavier and I are not divorced. Instead, I just kept staring at him, unsure of what to say. "Is that a yes or a no," he broke the silence between the both of us. "We are still married," I smirked and gulped down all the content that was in the cup before dropping it on the table in a rude manner. "What the fuck are you saying, Al?" His face twisted in confusion and he narrowed his gaze into slits. "That's not even possible, not like you guys could do a wedding behind closed doors," his words tumbled out in a rush.

Shadows Of The Past Country: Eldoria Adrian It had been a month. A month since the papers were signed, a month since Alvara disappeared from my life. The media called it a divorce. I called it freedom. The city whispered, but only half of the story ever reached the headlines. I didn’t care. Let them talk. Let them speculate. None of it mattered. I adjusted my tie as I entered the glass-walled conference room. The morning sunlight reflected off the skyscrapers of central Eldoria, bouncing across the polished table where executives waited. My gaze swept over them, calculating, precise, measuring every expression for weakness or hesitation.

The word 'divorce' was not spoken by him. With his mind in turmoil, Afgan sat on the edge of the bed pulling his own hair. The bed was warm and witnessed love, but only briefly. “Aarrghh! all so dizzying!” screeched Afgan then lay back on the bed and decided to just sleep. His mind was in turmoil and he himself didn't understand what he wanted. Meanwhile, Adelia boarded a public transportation bus to return home. Her womb was still warm, but the husband who had just told her he loved her had already spent a bunch of money on another woman's favorite things.

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.

" That set Clement off. Not wanting to entertain his insults, I hung up. While he was still overseas, I took the chance to move out. Before we got married, I had worked hard and bought myself a small place—about 500 square feet. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Now that I was heading for a divorce, at least I had a roof over my head. The Normans were old money, so not long after we got married, Clement begged me to quit my job and become a stay-at-home wife. Blinded by love, I didn't even hesitate. For five years, I lived on a monthly allowance. To be honest, I felt more like a servant than a partner, like someone they could boss around.

"Mommy is the worst! Get out of the way! You made us unable to see Ingy anymore!" I didn't even need a mirror to know how terrible I looked. Meanwhile, Corbin seemed to have known all along that things would end up like this. He was unexceptionally calm when he finally spoke. "This is fun, isn't it? You finally look as ridiculous as you behave. Oh, do you regret it now? If you really divorce me, your family will fall into ruin. So, stop acting like a clown and—" "I'm divorcing you." I didn't have any energy in my limbs, and the back of my head was still throbbing in pain, but my voice was firm and steady. "I swear that I'll divorce you, Corbin Stallone."

I accidentally moaned when I felt his manhood poke me from behind. “Who's waiting for you?” And now, I was shuddering because of his warm breath fanning the side of my neck. “Your husband?” I was quick to shake my head. “No, I'm not living with him anymore.” He actually filed for a divorce, but I stopped it yesterday. I almost blurted out, but I chose not to. Less talk, less trouble. I felt him smile against my skin. My mother-in-law was probably waiting for me to cook for her and feed her. Even though I felt like I was fucking sick of it, I had no choice but to go back there. I am not done with them yet.

“Sign here,” he said calmly, but firm. He pushed the divorce papers across the table. The young, gentle-looking woman across from him froze. She slowly picked them up, staring in disbelief. She had never imagined that this marriage would come to an end. Gathering what little strength she had left, she asked in a broken voice, as if the papers could magically turn from divorce papers into a land title, “What’s this, Victor?” Victor clenched his fingers tightly. “Look, Elara,” he said, lifting his gaze to meet hers straight, emotionless.

How can he shamelessly ask me for a divorce right after I overlooked his scandalous affair? I chuckled humorlessly. “Tell me what happened.” Abby demanded as soon as she was close enough for me to hear her. “Where the fuck was your husband all these time? He was not wearing his attire, and do not dare lie to save his ass. He wasn’t at work. So where was he?”