Dream My Husband Divorcing Me Novels & Stories

he said hugging me tightly and looking at my eyes. "You are the best husband Suhas but when you think of your wife as Kavya. And I don't even want to know how you will be when you think your wife as Navya." I said, which is there in my mind. "You don't believe me." he mumbled as a statement releasing me. "I don't and I don't think I can anymore." I said entering the room. "Just get me a divorce, and it will be best for us. I don't think I will never live a moment without a doubt that whom are you thinking me as." Saying this I closed the door and fell on the floor hugging myself.

The word divorce landed between us with its full weight. "Our daughter is in a hospital bed. Whatever is happening between us has nothing to do with" "I am busy." There was silence, then I heard some noise in the background. Music, laughter and the low sound of a party. He was not at the office. "Sign the papers. We can talk about whatever you want." The call ended.

Derek's accent was completely different from theirs. Before, I hadn't paid attention, hadn't asked questions. I'd even made up excuses for them in my own head. Now every one of those details was a thorn in my chest. After breakfast, I went to the kitchen to do the dishes. I turned on the faucet, then tiptoed to their bedroom door. It was slightly ajar. Low voices drifted out. "...Why is she suddenly bringing up marriage?" "Who knows. Maybe Mr. Derek promised her." "Poor girl. If he actually married her, she could live a comfortable life."

Turning me into a liar. “You’re lying,” I breathed, staring at Dr. Evans. “They got to you. How much did he pay you?” “That’s enough!” Evelyn snapped. “Listen to yourself! You sound insane!” Julian took a final step into the room, his shadow falling over me. “The divorce papers will be delivered to you here. You will sign them. And you will agree to voluntary psychiatric treatment. If you don’t, I will have you committed. Do you understand?” He wasn’t asking. He was telling me my new reality. In his story, I was a crazy, barren woman who had imagined a pregnancy and attacked her poor, pregnant stepsister.

She needed to be more patient with Matteo and someday, he would get better. Yet even as Diana thought it, she did not seem to see it happening. She through her eyes down at the lounge and caught sight of his shirt. So this was where he had abandoned it. "But divorce is a big decision. It's not just something I can decide on hastily because this will affect my entire life and I sti— still love him," Diana cried. Diana was ashamed of still loving her husband even after everything. She knew that Maria would scold her but she had to let her friend know that she still had feelings for her husband.

I woke up deliciously aching everywhere. I unconsciously searched for Matt and found the space empty. I opened my eyes why was I dreaming again like a silly schoolgirl? Matt and I would never have a normal relationship whatever little bit we have will be lost after he divorces me. Three months is the lifespan of this so it wouldn't matter how close we are. I breathed heavily and got up. I walked determined to ignore my feelings for Matt. I got changed and went to the breakfast. I found my husband there however the newspaper paper lay untouched beside him. I saw Mrs Morgan trying to engage in a conversation with him but her questions were going unanswered.

That part was different from reality. In the dream, Sydney did not divorce him. Instead, he was the one who filed for the divorce while Sydney refused. He used all sorts of methods to make Sydney relent and force her into a divorce. Other than that, he also dreamt that Lyra was just as she was in reality. She harmed Sydney repeatedly, yet in the dream, Julien thought that Sydney was the one who bullied Lyra. Hence. he tortured Sydney and even sent her to jail… Julien woke up from the nightmare in shock. When he woke up, his entire body was drenched in sweat.

Would he be happy knowing he was going to be a father? Or would he be upset because I wasn't the woman he loved? "Really? Alright then. I have something to tell you too." I nodded. It had been hard for Nathan to share anything with me throughout our three years of marriage, and the fact that he was finally opening up to me filled me with so much joy. "Go ahead," I said. Nathan looked closely at my expression before responding with absolute certainty. "This marriage can't continue. I want a divorce." The hand I had slipped into my shirt pocket to pull out the test results suddenly went still. "What do you mean, Nathan?"

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”

“This is not the first time you will ditch me. Last night you did the same thing. I managed yesterday and in the future, I will too.” And that was the last time I saw my husband. After that, he becomes a dream, more like a waking nightmare for me.