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

His hand touched my face, his fingers gentle on my cheek, and I leaned into it before I could stop myself, my eyes closing, my breath catching, and for one moment we were just us again, no lies, no betrayal, no war, just two people who had loved each other and lost each other and were trying to find their way back. Then I remembered. I remembered the divorce papers on the table, the cold look in his eyes when he told me to get rid of our baby, the years of secrets and lies, the betrayal that had cut deeper than any knife. I pulled away, my heart pounding, my hands shaking, my breath coming in short gasps. "I can't," I said, standing up. "I can't. Not yet. I'm not ready." He stood up too, his

“Did you…talk to Tyler about this? Did you have a huge fight? You can’t end this with a divorce—” “I want to end it with a divorce, Damon. Now, I want to know. Can you help me?” “Tyler is my best friend…” “And I am his wife…and I want a divorce.” “What did he do?” “He cheated,” I answered without blinking. He was even more shocked by what he heard. He looked at me intently and shook his head, “No…No, Serena. You must be mistaken. Tyler would never…cheat on you.” “He did. And this time, with Catherine.”

I interrupted him when I noticed he was trying to touch me , “Don't even think of laying your filthy hands on me! I'm sure you came here for a confirmation. Yes! Tyler and I are now divorced because he has another family and has just been using me for his selfish desires. If you think I would give you a chance now that I and Tyler are apart, then you must be daydreaming. You have no idea of how much I hate and resent you, I don't want to know if you're a changed person. That doesn't change the fact that you broke my heart and also tried to kill me because I was with Tyler. All men are evil, you all are a bunch of liars filled with so much pretense. Go to hell and I pray we never cross paths

He was looking at her cleavage all the time. How much he wants to, no, how he yearns to admire her. She was making him so damn crazy. Every time she came in front of him he wanted to have her. She was making him sinful, making him lose control over himself. He knows what he has planned as the next step of his plan. "You did a wrong move kitten. wrong move to take your steps towards this devil's den. Now you will definitely suffer the consequences." Time skip "Everything is fine today but why my beautiful wifey is all pouty!" Tyler said before hugging his wife tightly.

A reluctant smile curved my lips as soon as I emptied my glass. I breathed hard, then looked up to meet the cold breeze and ease all the troubling thoughts in my head, but somehow the glittering stars, and peaceful night sky couldn’t make the cut. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol that tasted bitter, or the feeling weighing down my chest, but no matter how much I drink, I could still vividly remember my last conversation with Damian. What a ruthless husband. How can he shamelessly ask me for a divorce right after I overlooked his scandalous affair?

I walked in front of him, slid my hand over his chest, and touched him flirtatiously. I felt his body flinch but he remained firm and, to tease him even more, I taunted him, “Or perhaps you really want to hold me? After all, I can’t blame you. Your wife is so sexy. No man could say no to her. Now that we are getting a divorce, I want to enjoy this body with another man and make the most of it—” Before I had the chance to finish my sentence, he grabbed my waist and my hand ended up on his chest. His chest seemed to be visibly red, and his breathing was shallow and labored, like he was trying to contain his anger.

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay.

“Aside from that, what I cannot accept is that you got together with Lyra Madden during your marriage! If the divorce didn’t happen earlier, I’d have whipped you to death! “I asked you before whether you regret the divorce and you said no. And now, look at what you’ve done. Sydney is pregnant with your child!” The more she said, the angrier she got. She whipped Julien two more times. Julien curled up in pain. The sweat on his forehead, as big as peas, rolled down and got stuck at his eyebrows, forcing his eyes shut. Jayden broke down in tears. He grabbed Old Madam Flint’s arm and begged, “Grandma, please stop. He can’t take it anymore!”

"I want you to go back to him." I stared at her. "What?" "Go back to Alex. Take him back. Make him happy again so he will take me back too." I could not believe what I was hearing. "You want me to go back to my husband so that you can be his mistress again?" "Yes! It worked before. We were all getting what we needed. You had the title and the house, I had Alex's attention and affection, and he had both of us for different things." "That was not working, Vanessa. That was destroying me."

"I hope you've come to your senses." "Her name is Elara. She was my wife." "Was being the operative word. The divorce is final. You're free. Why on earth would you dredge up that unfortunate chapter?" "Because I need to understand what happened." "What happened is you married beneath yourself, realized your mistake, and corrected it. It's quite simple." Her tone turned sharp. "Damien, I'm hosting a dinner party next week. Senator Morrison's daughter will be there. Beautiful girl, Wellesley educated, perfect breeding. I think you two would—"