Divórcio

My husband's first love posted a video on her social media. In the video, the two of them were passing a playing card with their lips. When the card fell, their lips met in a kiss. They didn't stop—lost in the moment, they kissed passionately for an entire minute. Her caption read: [Still the same clumsy piggy! PS: Steve's skills are as good as ever!] I quietly liked the post and left a comment: [Congrats.] The next second, my husband called, yelling at me furiously, "No other woman is as dramatic as you! I was just playing a game with Lanie. Why are you acting crazy again?" It was then that I realized seven years of love meant nothing. It was time for me to leave.

Two years ago, my entire family boarded a luxury cruise ship for an ocean getaway, only to be ambushed by abductors. My parents and younger brother were all murdered. Meanwhile, I leaped into the sea, fighting for my life. Nigel Heath was the one who saved me from the water. Before my family's bodies were even recovered, my relatives rushed in, trying to seize control of the company. Again, it was Nigel who helped me hold onto everything. He stood by me, supported me, and eventually proposed to me. I agreed with tears in my eyes. Two years have passed since we got married. One day, I catch Nigel fooling around with the housekeeper he's hired for a high sum. "When are you going to make me your wife, Nigel? When can I enter your room without having to sneak around?" He kisses her and laughs. "Running out of patience?" She complains, "Her company's almost yours, so what are you waiting for? Aren't you worried you'll lose everything when she finds out you killed her parents?" He immediately grips her neck tightly, his gaze turning frosty as he growls, "She won't know as long as you keep your mouth shut. Her father killed mine, so I'm going to keep her by my side forever and torment her for life. "I'll give you what you want once she transfers the final patent to me. Step a toe out of line, and you're getting nothing." I stand outside the door as tears silently stream down my face. My husband killed my parents and is even plotting to steal the company they established! The murderer has been by my side this whole time! My parents and brother died so horribly. How can I let Nigel get what he wants?

I married the same man nine times. And each time, he left me for his first love, divorcing me nine times as well. The first time we parted, I lost control and threw all his belongings out the door. By the fourth divorce, I begged him to leave his luggage behind out of fear he might never return. The eighth time, I had learned to obediently pack his things, careful not to upset him. My breakdowns, my pleas, and my obedience always brought him back to me. Each time, he honored his promises. And each time, we divorced again, just like before. Until this time. This time, I packed my own things and left without telling him. A month from now, I will be gone for good.

Three years ago, Laura signed her name on divorce papers that ended what she believed was the perfect marriage. Her husband, Michael, once the most devoted man she knew, had become cold, detached, and cruel, pushing her away with a precision that shattered her heart. She believed the rumors, the lies, and the whispers that every act of care he’d once shown her was borrowed from another woman, his first love. Kayla. Now, years later, Laura is a successful lawyer, determined never to fall prey to love again. But when Michael walks into her firm seeking representation for his own divorce from the same woman who destroyed their marriage; the truth begins to unravel. What she thought was betrayal was, in fact, sacrifice. And when their child is kidnapped in a web of supernatural politics and bloodline secrets, Laura and Michael are forced together once more.

Three years of marriage. One contract. Zero kisses. Lira Hart, rising actress and media sweetheart, has been married to cold, enigmatic billionaire Damian Blackwood for three long, loveless years. Their union was forged not from love, but from a contract signed by their powerful families. While the world envied her last name, Lira knew the truth: he never wanted her. Never touched her. Never looked at her like she mattered. Until the night she asked for a divorce. Suddenly, the man who never cared is showing up on her film sets, making headlines with unexpected kisses, and whispering things that sound dangerously like regret. But Lira’s heart isn’t something she’s willing to gamble anymore, not after three years of being invisible in his world. Can a man who locked his heart away learn how to love the woman who’s already slipping through his fingers? Or is this billionaire three years too late?

Murder. That’s what the world called it. To him, it was mundane. My husband didn’t even blink while stabbing me twenty-seven times… Not even when he knew I was thirteen weeks pregnant with his child. I died. But fate is cruel. Crueler than him......Because it gave me another chance - a chance not to escape, but to finish the game. This time, I didn’t run. This time, I chose violence. I walked toward the man who would murder me in five years, looked straight into his pretentious eyes, and smiled. “Nicolas… let’s get married.” A smirk curled on my lips. Devil? He didn’t create one. He created me: Anna Fvcking Devile.

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Abot tainga ang ngiti ni Elisa habang naglalakad papunta sa opisina ng kanyang asawa. Pinaglalaruan niya sa isip at ini-imagine ang mga eksena kung paano maaaring mag-react ang asawa niya sa balita tungkol sa kanilang magiging anak. Buntis siya, dalawang buwan na. Habang papalapit siya sa opisina, napansin niyang bahagyang nakabukas ang pinto, sapat na para makita at marinig ang usapan sa loob. “Tama na, Azrael, ang kulit mo talaga!” malakas na hagikgik ng isang babae. "Nakikiliti ako!" Biglang bumilis ang tibok ng puso ni Elisa, at pakiramdam niya ay dumaloy nang mabilis ang dugo sa buong katawan niya. Hindi siya sigurado sa narinig, kaya napagpasyahan niyang sumilip—ingat na ingat na hindi makita o marinig. Dahan-dahan siyang yumuko at nakita niya si Azrael, ang kanyang asawa, nakayakap sa baywang ng babae at mapusok na hinahalikan ang leeg ng babae. Nanlaki ang mga mata ni Elisa sa nakita, lalo pa nang sakupin ni Azrael ang mga labi ng babae. Parang sinasaksak nang dahan-dahan ang puso niya, hindi niya alam ang gagawin. Hindi niya rin namalayan na tumutulo na pala ang mga luha niya. "A-Azrael..." nanginginig niyang bulalas, dahilan kung bakit napatingin sa kanya ang asawa.

At the team dinner, everyone started hyping Peggy Madoff and me up to call our partners. Before I could even move, Peggy—runner-up to my top spot—whipped out her phone. "Babe, everyone's making me call you!" she giggled. On the line? Gerard Busch. Yeah, the CEO. He laughed. "Guess I'll be counting on you all to look after Peggy," he said. Cue the gasps and cheers. I just kept downing my wine. Because Gerard? He was my husband.

Divorce Discord is a tangled love affair between Charles Rogers and Vivian Harry. The pair were undergraduates of Yankee University. Their enjoinment into marital bloc ignited the fire of regrettable irregularities and frustrations accompanying a wrong choice of mate, abscond, impetuosity and excommunication, fray and frazzle, insubordination, elopement, divorce discord, re-betrothal and suicide…