Divorcing The Tyrant: Falling For My Temptress Wife Novels & Stories

He only let go of her hands after her mouth was already filled with the metallic taste of blood. Still, he held on to her tightly in his arms. He rested his chin on the top of her head and growled in a low voice, “Must we get a divorce?” His voice was very low and deep like a rumbling drum. There was what seemed to be a hint of desperation in his voice, which was a sharp contrast to his usual arrogant demeanor. Sylvia felt a swell of irritation rising in her chest and said without thinking, “Why not divorce me so you can officially marry Tara?”

I cried out. "You whore, you stole him from me, lying about your fucked daughter, you stole him from me. You stole my man and now I'm going to steal your head, I'll strip it off your neck." "I don't even know you woman, so please don't insult me. Don't you dare! How dare you think you can just walk in here and begin to spew rubbish?" "He wouldn't have agreed to your nonsense, you hypnotised him, you bitch! Now, let me tell you that Tyler is mine and you telling him about your bastard daughter has no effect on me, I am still his wife!"

Plus, he had been very charming with his innocent sincerity when he was chasing after me. However, he had neglected to consider one thing: No normal person would still be enamored with a man who degraded them. Within a year of being married, I had already woken up from my delusion. I knew the truth. Terrence was not just despicable. He was barely worthy of being called a man. I had asked for a divorce in our second year of marriage. Unfortunately, Terrence was even more of a cretin than I had expected and had gotten me pregnant.

A powerful, wealthy, sophisticated man like Jade Dantrix would never be genuinely interested in a plus-size, ordinary, washed up woman like my ex-wife. She was probably just a temporary plaything he was using before throwing her back into the gutter where I'd left her. And in time she would be back at my feet groveling for me to take her back like she should have done instead of confidently signing those divorce papers and walking away like she didn't care about me.

I nodded. He knocked the door. “Good. I don’t wanna see you for the rest of the semester.” He opened the door and exited. I cowered into one of the cubicles to clean up. Well, Tyrith, this was the lowest you could get. Fuck Lucian and his amazing d… *** Turned out I was wrong. This was me at my lowest. This time, I was the one who seduced the tyrant. How low could you go, Tyrith? You have done it this time. You have lost your fucking mine. Good sex or not, you crossed the line.

I choked on my words as I trembled and almost collapsed. Tyler’s expression darkened as he heard me cry. “It’s you! You’re the one who reported us, aren’t you?!” Whitley suddenly jumped up and pointed at me as she yelled, “You pretended not to care, but you planned all this behind my back to ruin me and Tyler! You’re such a nasty, deceitful woman!” Tyler lunged toward me and tried to grab me. I saw it coming and dodged it easily. “Tyler, I want a divorce!”

Or is her love another lie in her countless lies? My breathing becomes heavy. What if she only married me for status or power? She orchestrated being my fated mate that night… so maybe it’s her goal in the first place. And now that she finds another man who can give her the same wealth, legacy, and influence… She's ready to divorce me and jump into another man’s arms. Into my Uncle's arms… I purse my lips and stand up. No… That can’t be… My mind is in turmoil when Dom comes back in, stopping me from pacing as he hands me an invitation.

Her trembling pupils moved left and right at a slight speed as he read those contracts. "This bitch!" He bit his teeth frustratedly and dialed the housekeeper, who was responsible for this whole platform. "Jerk! What have you done to my house?" fervidly shouted through the phone as Elvira crossed her hand over her chest. That man munched his lips nervously and asked in fright, "Aren't you with your wife?" "Wife my foot! I divorced her." he sounded disliked. "But, sorry Leonid. I already contracted with her, we have no chance." that man disappointedly said that would agitate his inner anger.

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?"

“She didn’t ruin your life. She will be your wife.” Her words hit me like ice water. Wife? Impossible. My body trembled with open disgust, and I made no effort to hide it. “Never!” I barked. My nails dug into my skin as I braced myself, waiting for the inevitable explosion from Mom, and she delivered. But just as she raised her voice, Thomas’s call came through. Idiot. Couldn’t he ever call at the right time? I hung up twice, but when the calls wouldn’t stop, I reluctantly answered under Mom’s furious glare.