Don’t Mess With The Divorce Queen Novels & Stories

Everyone was looking at Queenie—some with disdain and some with mockery. Queenie flushed red and stormed up to me. Jabbing a finger at me, she cursed, "You. You did this, you bastard! You knew, but you didn't expose me! You came up with this stupid plan to embarrass me, you filthy scum!" I would have laughed if this wasn't pathetic. She was the one who cheated on me, but now she was accusing me instead. Watching her clowning away, I felt sorry for myself. For giving her years of my life. "I'm not going to waste any time talking to you, Queenie. Let's get divorced."

"You just love stealing my things, don't you? You like Henry? Fine. I'll divorce him and give him to you. But I want a legal document cutting all blood ties with the Reed family! From now on, I will have nothing to do with you people." The room fell into a dead silence. It was the kind that was suffocating. Henry was the first one to speak. He looked like an idiot. His voice broke as he stammered, "Honey, you want to… divorce me?" On the other hand, Queenie tried to act as if she wanted to refuse. "Well? This is your one and only chance. You better take it!" Of course, Queenie wouldn't refuse. She was tempted. Our parents had always adored her, and they wouldn't have the heart to reject her

“I will kill that woman and her family. How dare she also file for divorce!” There was a moment of silence in the room. Queen Minerva then sat on a chair with a long back, trying to calm her emotions. After her breathing was steady, the woman monologued. “But this is very strange, that damn child already knows the consequences if he asks for a divorce. But he and the woman both filed for divorce. That bastard isn't someone who can be easily controlled like that right?”

"Divorce me if you want that woman. If not, send that woman to me. I will take care of her." Nathan finds himself distraught. "I will not be the one who will divorce you. I want you to be the one to end this everything. In that way, I will rest assured that you will not chase after me nor feel guilt." "This..." "I will be waiting for the divorce paper to be sent to me. If you couldn't do that, then I will be the one, to give you the divorce paper and all you have to do is to keep it." "Queen, let's calm down and talk okay?"

Her decision still shuffled me, her decision is a big question mark to me. “ No, Sir, I will say this is the cleanest divorce that I have ever seen,” he told me with a shake of his head, he looked more amused than anything. Yeah, to me, it's not about having the cleanest divorce, it's finding out what game is this woman playing. She went into so much trouble to have me marry her, and she wants a divorce now with no money. I'm not buying it. She's up to something, and I know I won't like whatever she is cooking, whatever she has up her sleeves, I need to be prepared for it. One thing I know for sure she is not going to catch me off guard again.

“Whatever! You're going to donate blood. End of discussion.” My eyes turn sharp. I am done with this shit! Taking a deep breath, I move my arm swiftly in a back rotation to push and lose his grip on me before pushing him away. With a dead look in my eyes, I decisively inform him, “Let’s get a divorce, Keegan.”

“Vicktor, come to your senses! I am your wife! How could you do all of this to me?” Vicktor took a step forward, his expression hardening. “We’re getting a divorce, Lucy. You are no longer my wife.” The word “divorce” that came out of his mouth sounded icy, carrying not even the slightest hint of hesitation. Lucy froze. Her chest felt as though it was being crushed. Tears gathered, but she fought them back with everything she had. She took a long breath, trying to gather the remnants of her pride. “Fine… if that’s what you want.”

The older woman is showing her who has the power, and Yuelan, magnanimous, accords her the win. She stays on her knees, her expression devoid of any emotions as she waits to be told to get up. The Queen Mother sips her tea languidly, uncaring of the young woman kneeling before her. She can’t stand the young woman’s boldness, and worse of all, her beauty and youth make her jealous, not that she would ever admit it. Something has reached her ears that makes the young woman before her disgusting to her, and she wishes her son had listened to her when she told him not to marry the girl.

As we got closer to them, I scrutinised the woman's features, noticing that she appeared to be my mother's age or younger, her hair was banana blonde and trimmed to her shoulders, her frame was petite and she wore a tight-fitting short red velvet dress with six-inch heels while clinging to the man's side, but that her eyes were not on the man she clung to, but rather on my father. That made me mentally roll my eyes; it wasn't something new for us. Then, because they had spotted our arrival, all of their attention was drawn to Warren and me. I put on my famous charming smile and turned to face the two newcomers. "Jessica, Warren, this is Marcel Alberto and his girlfriend, Melinda," Mum introd