Divorcing The Tyrant: Falling For My Temptress Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“How could you do this? After everything I’ve done for you, Joyce? The double shifts so you could go to Cambridge? The tuition I paid when Dad said no? The nights I wrote your essays while you partied? I gave you a home, clothes, a future… and this is how you repay me? Stealing my husband and my baby the day after my wedding?” I lean against the doorframe, one hand lazily circling my belly, watching her fall apart like it’s the sweetest revenge. Tyler steps forward. “None of that matters now,” he says, ice cold. “I needed a son to carry my name. Joyce is giving me one. You two have the same face anyway. It’ll be like I never lost you.” He pulls the signed divorce papers from his back pocket

Her voice sounded rough, as if she was threatening. "Yeah about the marriage…I think we should get a divorce now." Tyler said, he opened a wardrobe and brought out documents, he stretched out his arm to give her the documents. Valerie shook her head in denial. She made contact with the documents and they started burning. "Never…. Never, we're never going to get a divorce…I think I own you. I always felt like you were mine…that's why I snapped at you and slapped you everytime you got too friendly with a chick ." Valerie whispered, wrapping her hands on his neck.

They had been married for five years, with Tyrell constantly bending over backward to please her. Victoria only had eyes for her first love, Luke Austin. Yesterday, Tyrell slapped Luke across the face in a fit of jealousy. To avenge Luke, Victoria had Tyrell hung up and beaten. I remembered how the plot went. Tyrell refused to sign the divorce papers, and in the end, he was brutally torn apart. I needed to survive, so I quickly blurted, "Yes! I'll sign it!" Only then did Victoria order her men to release me and toss over the divorce agreement.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your husband.” My blood began to simmer with a slow-building anger. Oh, goody. If this was what lay in store for me for the remainder of the night then I was in for a fun time. Lucian tensed beside me. I could practically feel his own anger seeping through his suit. I painted on a fake smile and kept my tone light. “You know as well as the rest of the region about my recent divorce, Baron.” “Hm, yes,” he noted. “I suppose I was merely hoping that you would have come to your senses and work out your differences with your husband like any proper wife would.”

Of course I know that. "You deserve so much more from me. I'm such a worthless husband. I swear I didn't bring us here because I knew Laura was in town. It's because of business, strictly that!" He insinuated. "I want us to live happily together from now on, and raise our precious baby together. You'll always be my no. 1. My queen." Rita felt like crying hearing those sweet words. "Oh my husband!" She cried out. "I love you so much more." Deep down she'd been thinking that he wanted to divorce her or something. Luckily, he wasn't.

So, now that someone had actually dared to rub him the wrong way, the darkest side of Tyr’s heart had shown itself. “Clint, I am not in the mood to talk much with you. I’ll start with the countdown now. Every ten seconds that pass, I’ll have my men throw a person off from the rooftop until you tell me who is the culprit behind you that got my wife kidnapped.” “Mr. Summer, I really don’t know anything.” Clint was already on his knees, panicking and weeping bitter tears. However, Tyr was not bothered to listen to Clint’s words. He had started with the count down. “Let’s start with your mistress. I am giving you a chance,” Tyr said indifferently and beckoned.

“We tried to stop him.” Micah’s jaw ticks. “Leave us.” She scrambles away, pulling the door shut. Now, I’m left with two men that hate each other’s guts. “You have some nerve, Grayson.” Stefan takes a threatening step forward, index finger pointed at Micah. “Not only you trying to poach my client behind my goddamn back, but you’re actually fucking my wife!” I sigh, long and loud. “I’m not your wife, Stefan. We signed the divorce papers.”

her eyes flicked deliberately to my stomach, “…he is afraid you’ll be upset. So he has to put it on hold for now.” Each syllable landed like a stone against my chest. My hands slid over my belly instinctively, protective, as if I could shield the child inside me from her words. My ears buzzed, the restaurant noise fading into a dull roar. She leaned forward, her fingers tightening around my hand with faux intimacy. “But I finally got back to him,” she whispered, as though we were co-conspirators sharing a secret, “and I don’t want to waste time waiting. Please do me a favour…” her smile widened, “and divorce him, okay?”

Astrid screamed back. "Divorced? just because I let you mess around as you wished doesn't mean that you can dive into another man's arms. You think we are divorced?" he scoffed as she glared at him. "You must be really stupid to think that I would sign those pathetic papers and set you free, Astrid." "What? That's not true." "Better please it because you are mine, Astrid. So have that in your little brain!" He sneered provoking her to the extent that she slapped him across the face.

I collapsed to the floor, my body shaking as I screamed, “Why didn’t you let me die?” Suddenly, I saw him. My husband. He stood in front of me, looking down at me, his face blank. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at me like I was nothing but a problem to be discarded. His eyes were cold, filled with pity. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away. How dare he come here? How dare he look at me like that? As he walked past me, I saw her. The woman. The woman behind the divorce. The one who had stolen him from me. The reason he had turned his back on everything we had. She walked behind him, her hand holding his, fingers intertwined.