Dream My Husband Divorcing Me Novels & Stories

I replied flatly, pouring coffee into a mug. “I assume he’s still refusing to accept the divorce?” I nodded silently. She sighed, setting the whisk down. “It’s not easy walking away from a marriage, Aurelia. But if this is really what you want, you need to stand firm. No looking back.” I smiled weakly. “Thanks, Cass.” I didn’t tell her about the dream, some things were too humiliating to admit. Especially when the man in it wasn’t my husband.

I want a divorce the words rang in my head as my legs weakened. Ignoring the raging pain in my heart and the burning throat I pulled myself up as my eyes met that of my husband. I cleaned my tears with my right hands as I looked at him. “I went to jail for you” I let out slowly. I loved you, I did all I could so that our little family wouldn’t break I took all the blame Ethan. I didn’t care what anyone said of me,I didn’t care what the media said when my name was being dragged to filth. I didn't care about any of that.

The waiter nodded and disappeared. The silence stretched charged, watchful. “So,” he said the moment we were alone, his voice lower now. “Tell me about yourself. Married or have a boyfriend.” I gave a small, guarded smile. “By now, you should already know a lot about me. What are you waiting for?” “Yes,” he replied evenly, “but I want to hear from you.” I exhaled slowly. The truth pressed against my ribs, heavier than I expected. “I was married,” I said. “Recently divorced.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “My husband cheated. He was my first… in everything.”

he repeated, his voice low. “Did I just hear you say divorce, Joanna?” He asked and I nodded, tears dripping. “You don't love me. I know you hate me. All these times,this marriage has only been beneficial to you.. I can't conceive. I can't get you to love me. There's no need….” My words were cut off with a hard slam on the bed as I flinched..

I don't even want to be with Julia. “You are already building your own family. You'll have a son soon, just be with them and forget about us.” “I can't,” my voice rose higher than I wanted, but I don't care. I am done hiding things, done trying to hold it all in. “I don't want to build another family,” my eyes began to blur. “I want you back. I already have a family.” “No, we are divorced, and you are engaged.” “Fuck the engagement, I can call it off, I don't even love her. I don't want this marriage.”

And here I am having these erotic dreams with him that haunt me every night. Maybe it's because I haven't had sex in a while, and maybe that is the reason why I have those wet dreams. My ex-husband and I have been divorced for a few months now. He fell in love with a younger and sexier woman. He did the same thing to his first wife that I am experiencing now. He left his son, Crimson, with me because he and his wife were going to have a child.

Faint smile appeared on his lips. “Anyway,” I murmured, “there is always an ending in every craziness. Just like in my case, I’ll divorce my husband after five months.” Krrkllllsssss! The loud sound of the breaking glass snapped me out from the drunkenness. I looked at the guy who accidentally broke the glass beside him as he stared at me with widened eyes. “You… You will divorce your husband?” he stammered and gawked at me as if his whole life defends on my answer.

My husband’s mansion glowed in the soft light of crystal chandeliers and waiters were busy serving champagne and hors d’oeuvres. Everyone was having fun but all I could think about was how I felt more like a guest than a hostess in this house. I glanced across the room and found my husband standing near the large fireplace and he was effortlessly charming a group of business associates. He looked every bit the successful CEO in his tailored suit and neatly combed hair. Why the fuck was my husband so gorgeous? My husband. My husband in name only because from the day we got married, he never even slept with me. He has his own room, and he didn’t want to see my face. He even prohibited me from

he whispered to Erica, but I heard him. Josh picked up the pen and signed the divorce agreement. I fought back the tears that was burning my eyes. For the years of my life that I had wasted with this man, it really hurt. Never in a million years did I ever imagine my marriage with Josh would end this way. I had always dreamt of a happy ending, thinking what we shared was love, but sadly, I have only been making things up in my head alone. Josh never loved me. Josh and I met three years ago at one of my father's plantations in the countryside where I had gone that faithful day to oversee the workers there.

I slide into bed disappointed, but after laying my head down I fall fast asleep. Having weird dreams, I dream of everything that happened in the last couple of weeks. It's just a shame that Marissa and my dad had to die over all of this and just because of Brad. Now he is finally divorcing me and marrying Sam of all things with a baby on the way.