روايات وقصص ضمن From Divorce 'to His Embrace

Their heated eye contact would break whenever Emmeline felt overwhelmed by the intensity of his stare, but she always found herself drawn back into those depthless azure pools within moments, utterly enthralled. "I know divorce isn't as simple as everyone thinks, especially if the other party doesn't agree to it," she began carefully, trying to ignore the growing ache between her legs. "The only way the plaintiff can come out the victor is if they have proof of infidelity, isn't that right?" Zavian took his freshly filled glass in his right hand, even though she knew he was left-handed. His other hand continued stroking scorching paths along her trembling thigh, the thin barrier of her dress

" he said giving me divorce papers and pen in my hand to sign them. I hold the papers in my trembling hands ... And took a deep breath to calmed my racing heart which was ready to came out by breaking my ribs. I saw the papers .. his signature on them .... This man ... Pufff I am still siting on the bed while he is standing beside me , a step away from me .... I took deep breath and gathered all the courage to speak out boldly infront of him. " I .. I am not going to sign them , why are you so obsessed for Divorce , can't you give a try to this marriage o"... I got cut by his slap... *Sob*. I hold my aching pain burning cheek with my trembling hand while half laying on the bed...

“Neither did I. I meant everything I said, Iris. I love you and I want to be with you.” “I care about this relationship,” Iris informed him. “I don’t like that you said I didn’t. I have always cared about you, Emile.” “But do you love me still?” He pouted. “Do you still want to be with me…be my wife?” “You already have one of those.” “Iris, baby, you know what I mean. The moment my divorce is final I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Iris was melting at his words. Sure, she had heard them all before, but there was something different this time. There was true desperation. She knew Emile meant everything he was saying.

Avery folded her arm around her large chest. " Get used to losing what you have honey. This house would run on my rules; as far as I know, you are partially divorced from Gavin. He divorced you long ago because he doesn't love you. He loves me and the sooner you sign the divorce papers, the sooner you'll get to live in peace." Sydney put her emotions aside and firmly said, " Stay in this house as long as you want but you are nothing but a concubine. I'm Gavin's wife, I'm the mother of his kids and everyone knows me as his betrothed."

I asked anxiously, my voice rising slightly as my emotions spiraled out of control. Rex shook his head slowly, then reached for my hand and held it briefly to offer support. "I'll never tell you or force you to withdraw your request for a divorce. No, Emma. I don’t want to become the kind of selfish man who takes away your freedom again. I...yes, I truly respect the decision you’ve made.”

“The kind of people your ex-husband has been dealing with behind your back.” The room went completely still. “What?” “You didn’t know.” “No.” The answer came slower this time. “I didn’t.” He exhaled quietly, as if confirming something to himself. “That’s a problem.” My chest tightened again. “What are you talking about?” “Your divorce wasn’t just about another woman.” The words landed carefully, deliberately. “It was about protection.” My heart pounded harder with every second. “Protection from what?” This time, he didn’t pause. “From something that could get you killed.”

EMBER’S POV “He’s going to divorce me.” “You’re not married.” “He’s going to divorce me preemptively.” I’m losing a war with six shopping bags in the back of the car while Daxon and Reyes unload the rest in a haunted silence that says they’ve seen more today than they have in their entire jobs. “He’s going to invent a brand-new kind of divorce specifically for this.” “Ember, breathe,” Queenie says, practically vibrating with glee. “The damage is already done. It’s set in stone. Literally.”

"I knew you wouldn't leave me." He stood up, his legs feeling heavy and leaden, and stepped toward her. The distance felt like miles. He reached out, his fingers trembling as he aimed for her cheek, desperate to feel the heat of her skin, to prove to his soul that the divorce papers were nothing but just a nightmare. "Elara," he breathed, his thumb brushing against her jaw. But as his skin made contact, the warmth didn't come. There was no soft give of flesh, no catch of her breath. His hand passed through the air, hitting the cold, hard edge of the bookshelf.

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.