Divorcing The Tyrant: Falling For My Temptress Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fuck the urge to lick her from behind. There is no fucking way I’ll ever cheat on my wife. I married a temptation. My hand flew to grasp my head as she swayed her devilish arse. As I watched my wife torment me, I clutched my head with both hands. I blep like a dog with my tongue out. Shit, I’m finished. I lost it and my tongue was already delving into her folds from behind. She fucking twerks on my tongue.

Tyler Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why do I have to fucking endure all of this? Everything seemed to be going fucking smoothly. I had been deceiving her for all these years, and now she has easily let me go? How the fuck could she do this to me? What caused her to change? She was so dedicated to upholding her family's reputation, and now that there is talk of her divorce, she appears to be celebrating it.

“ Now,I've got her. Huh? How do you feel now? You piece of shit! “ Derrick turned to me slowly. “He didn’t love you, Tay. He never did. You were his trophy. Something pretty to make him look like a man.But now I can add his trophy to my collection! “ Devon groaned, “Stop talking like you know my marriage..” “Oh, I know,” Derrick said darkly. “I saw it. I saw everything. Every time she cried, every time you cheated, every time she prayed you’d change.” He stepped closer to me, his voice softer but trembling with rage. “I watched her break over you. But now you'll never have her.”

She stepped closer, her voice dropping into a mocking sing-song. "And that nonsense about Sarah being legally bound to you? It better be a joke. I am your wife. I am the one with the ring and the child. If you think for one second that I’m going to step aside so that 'Vineyard Queen' can slide back into her spot, you’re more delusional than your father." Lucy grabbed my scotch and downed it in one go, slamming the glass onto the marble. "I’m staying, Tyler. And if you try to go back to her, I’ll make sure the press hears a version of your 'divorce' that makes tonight look like a bedtime story. You wanted a woman with fire? Well, you’ve got one. Try not to get burned."

She agreed to pretend to have a one-night stand with Laxus, a fabricated story that would shatter the illusion of their perfect love. I watched as the plan unfolded, my heart a mixture of guilt and anticipation. Tyra, her face contorted with anger and betrayal, confronted Laxus. The accusations flew, the arguments raged, and finally, the inevitable happened. They divorced, their once-happy marriage dissolving into a bitter, painful end. Laxus was devastated. He was lost, heartbroken, and I, the architect of his misery, felt a pang of guilt. But the guilt was overshadowed by the flicker of hope that had ignited within me. He was free now, free from Tyra, free for me.

This girl is a temptress and she is going to be the death of me if I ever allow her. “Well, I wasn’t expecting you to sign the papers, and anyhow, what harm could there be in trying?” She took another sip of her wine. “However, as you can see, I believe I have taken enough shit from you. If you are determined to avoid signing the divorce papers, there is no harm in transforming this residence into a little demon castle. After all, I have numerous men available to offer my pussy right here under this roof. It will cause no harm. After all, the supposed husband is a buffoon. Having a small whore of a wife would be enjoyable. Don’t you think, Christopher Grayston?”

"Alright. I have nothing to say if you insist that I cheated on you. I don't think your pride will allow your wife to cheat on you, don't you? So why don't we go get our divorce tomorrow?" Tyler looked down and placed his lip close to her ear. He said in his low and cool voice, "Divorce? So you can be together with that man? Do you think I'd just let you go so easily?" A thought appeared in his mind. He curled up his thin lips into a smile, yet it did not seem like he was actually smiling. It was a very ominous smile, like the calm before a storm. "I know I haven't touched you because I haven't been back lately, so…you're getting lonely."

“Don’t bring Isabela into this, Clarisse. Wasn’t it you who ruined your relationship with her? I married you because it was Isabela’s last request to repair your relationship—“Alexander turned to look at Clarisse, his gaze sharp and piercing. “But you are greedy and shameless. I’m giving you a chance. Sign these divorce papers, or I won’t hesitate to do what I did before to bring down Vendrake.” Alexander’s threat made Clarisse tremble for a moment. The woman moved backwards with small steps, her body swaying as she shook. And that was when something inside Clarisse snapped. When Alexander turned on the dining room lights, he didn’t realise that his wife had added something to his drink. Cla

Silence. His eyes were sharp now. Measuring. Like he couldn’t decide if I was finally growing a spine or finally losing my grip. “I’ve done everything you asked,” I said. “Every deal. Every lie. Every silence. I married someone I barely knew because you said it would hold the company together. And now, when things get ugly, you want me to throw her away like she’s a bad press release?” “She’s not fit.” “She’s not your to measure.” His jaw twitched.