Dream My Husband Divorcing Me Novels & Stories

"Clayton, I want a divorce." I gripped the phone. "What?!" Clayton shouted. "I want a divorce, Clayton. I'm in love with another man---" "No! Fuck you, Snow! You're never gonna get rid of me!" I caught my breath out loud as I woke up in a mind crumbling dream. I held my chest running fast while the bright sun on the window welcomed my face. "What the fuck was that?" I stared at the ceiling, calming my heart. Clayton's voice sounded like horror in my dream.

he screamed, voice cracking. "I" gave him one last, contemptuous look, then turned toward the bedroom. "Relax, you don't need to throw me out. Staying another second in this toxic dump makes me nauseous." Five minutes later, "I" walked out dragging a suitcase. "Garrett, I've drafted a new divorce agreement and sent it to your email. This time, I'm not just filing for divorce—I'm suing for damages on grounds of marital infidelity. Better get your legal team ready. I'll see you in court."

her eyes watered with tears melting my heart. “I—” Her voice cracked as she sucked in a deep breath. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, staring at her shoes before her eyes flickered back to mine, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile that faltered. “I think we should divorce,” My world stopped tilting. “Whatever this is between us makes no sense. I appreciate everything you’ve done to help me and every effort you have taken to find my daughter. I would leave first thing tomorrow morning, get an apartment and I can pay you back if you want so I don't feel indebted to you,”

For a year, he used to think this kind of scene was just ordinary, whereas the wife’s duty was to prepare the meals. But in the passing weeks, he returned to an empty house and realized that his life would never be the same. All the seemingly ordinary habits, such as seeing Kristel busied herself in the kitchen when he was home, would never happen again after their divorce. He recently realized he had the illusion that everything would stay the same, but he was wrong. Many things slipped from his grasp, and he could not easily have his way anymore. A sample of that happened today. When the launching of his new product line ended, he could not talk to Kristel; thus, he returned to his company

I stop, the words catching in my throat. If she’d just what? Stayed away from my husband? Not fallen in love with him? “You’re angry,” Richard observes. “Of course I’m angry! She gets to just skip away to her perfect little relationship while I’m—” I stop again, because what am I? I’m sleeping with my father-in-law. I’m divorced. “While you’re what?” Richard prompts gently. “Nothing. Forget it.” I close the browser completely, willing the images away. “I’m fine. She can have her fairytale. It won’t last anyway.”

Not that, I'm praying for a divorce from my husband, never in my life would I want such a thing because my Mom had also go through same thing and I wouldn't want to live the life of my mother but on the other hand, he could do it if he wants to, he can divorce me easily because he didn't remember anything and could easily be influenced by his sister and Hajara due to his condition. I just hope God will continue to keep supporting me and make my husband come around as soon as possible. I decide to perform my obligatory prayer and got up from my bed. I looked round the room for a minute and took in a deep breathe. He is my husband and yet, he doesn't share a room with me. We once shared room t

An unmarried woman. My husband just divorced me.

Two I stared at the papers like they were relics. This couldn’t be happening, this should be a dream. No way my husband just shoved a divorce paper in my face after caught cheating on me with my best friend. Maybe it was a prank, maybe…… “What are you waiting for? Sign the damn papers” Trent’s voice jarred me out of my reverie. I came back to reality, realizing this wasn’t a dream but very very real. I stared at the papers and scowled.

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.