He Wants Two Wives She Wants A Divorce 소설 & 이야기

Jotham opened his beautiful green eyes and then checked his wristwatch, "thank goodness you are awake, Julie. It's been three days since you've passed and I've not left your side since." "Who cares? Like you didn't cause all these? Where's that man you were punching blue-black? Where's my husband?" "Dr. T had promised to divorce you. You need to sign the divorce papers, Julie." "You must be insane. Why will I divorce my husband?" "Cause I'm the only man who can have you." "Where's is he? I need to see him." "Only after you have agreed to sign his divorce papers." "No. Why are you ruining my happy life, Jotham. Go for your 'Mirabel." Why are you this obsessed with me when you had me in the pa

The first guy winked at me as he walked out. Once they walked out, Nathan asked me to sit but I refused. "I'm not here to sit and I'm not here to talk either, I'm just here to make a request and I'll be glad if you can fulfill it," "What is it?" "Let's get a divorce, Nathan. I don't want this marriage anymore,"

I yelled at him. "Oh," I heard him say and the side of his lips curled up, annoying me. "Is that what you want?" I heard him say and I was confused but before I could say anything he spoke again and his words annoyed me. "You can move in with me and we can share a room and start acting like married couples," he said and I frowned. "I want a divorce," I yelled at him. "That is a wish I can't grant my little wifey. You are mine and my alone," he spat the words in my face.

Her mother wanted to divorce her dad which made him become a drunkard. "That's not true...I was done with him...I wanted nothing to do with him...the court granted my request for a divorce and he didn't want that"she recalled the countless times she wanted to divorce her husband but every time he would lie to the court but when she met a man who was grieving. He was caring and made her feel like a human being. She thought all men were the same until she met Frank Lewis, a man who had two children and was grieving his wife's death

A slight frown formed on his face. “Hold on. Is this about Edda? You want to divorce me, you want to make me reject our mate bond, because of her?” he asked, and there was incredulity in his voice. I scoffed at the disbelief in his voice. “Of course this is about Edda. You guys are obviously still in love with each other. Why not spare me the embarrement of keeping up this fucking charade and just go be with her like you so desperately want to.”

“She doesn’t want to sign the divorce papers –” “Divorce papers? From who?” “Huh?” “Who is she divorcing? She has another husband in India?” “No.” He answered. “I want her to leave me.” “Why is that?” He shrugged. “I am not good for her.” “Why do you think that?” He sucked his teeth. “Give the bottle.” “No.” I answered. “I am not about to conversate with the liquor.” “Then what’s up with the whys?” “I am trying to understand you.”

I want a divorce, I can't stand you anymore. I crawl towards her on the bed and reply: You can dream all you want if you think I'll ever give you a divorce. You wanted to marry me, you'll have to live with it. Look at me carefully: you will never escape me. You will remain married to me until death do us part. What do you think? Just because a man shows interest in you, you ask for a divorce? Do you think he'll treat you better than I do? I say this as I grab her leg to pull her under me!

He shakes his head “I do have to. And I will.” I swallow hard. It’s too much. His concern, the way he’s looking at me right now—like I matter, like I’m still his wife in more than just name. But I’m not. He’s divorcing me. He loves another woman. So why is he doing this? Carlos gestures toward the nightstand. “Did you take the rest of the meds the doctor prescribed the other time? It could be the same sicnkess” Panic spikes through me “I—”

“That’s the requirement for a good wife?” He shrugged, “it’s a starter.” He ran his hand through his thick black hair. “I’m not looking for love, I’m not looking for a life partner neither am I looking for a wife. I just want my grandfather and my stepmother to get off my back.” “So I’m an escape plan?” “You’re a lovely wife. This is just a temporary arrangement. You’d benefit from it, don’t act like you wouldn’t.” I rolled my eyes. Great, two divorces in one lifetime.

Demian. I hesitated before answering. "What do you want?" "Watch your tone, Amelia." His cold voice immediately irritated me. "What do you want, Demian?" "Are you ready to sign the divorce papers now?" I couldn't believe he was still worried about the divorce after everything he'd done. "Is that all you care about? You betrayed me, and the only thing you can think about is making me sign those damn papers?" "I don't have the time for your drama. Just sign them and stop making this difficult."