He Wants Two Wives She Wants A Divorce Novels & Stories

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—”

Despite everything, I wouldn't wish that on anyone. "I want to help her." He pulled an envelope from his desk drawer. "I want to take care of her. Let her spend her last months in peace." "We can help," I said carefully. "Set up a fund, or help with medical bills—" "I want to marry her." The words didn't make sense. Couldn't make sense. "I want to give her the wedding she never had. Make her my wife before she dies." He held out the envelope. Through the paper, I could see the bold text: Petition for Divorce.

I collapsed to the floor, my body shaking as I screamed, “Why didn’t you let me die?” Suddenly, I saw him. My husband. He stood in front of me, looking down at me, his face blank. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at me like I was nothing but a problem to be discarded. His eyes were cold, filled with pity. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away. How dare he come here? How dare he look at me like that? As he walked past me, I saw her. The woman. The woman behind the divorce. The one who had stolen him from me. The reason he had turned his back on everything we had. She walked behind him, her hand holding his, fingers intertwined.

“Your Grace, don’t worry. I will serve you day and night from now on. I will treat you like my own elder sister. I only ask that my baby be given a legitimate place in this family.” As she spoke, her eyes shimmered as they welled up with tears again. With that meek and yielding manner, any onlooker would think that I was the wicked mistress breaking apart another’s family. The common folk present started murmuring again. “This princess is completely unreasonable. That other woman has already been through so much.” “Exactly. General Griffin has risked his life for Cathor. What is the harm in taking an extra wife?” “I think she just looks down on us common folks. Arrogance is in her blood.”

He wants her to think things over between them. Sherry breathed deeply. Her annoying husband was getting on her nerves. "Your original plan is to divorce me so you can marry Meghan and raise a family with her. Please stick to your old plan! If the baby is yours, continue with your original plan. I won't stand in your way. I have done my part by signing the divorce papers. What more do you want from me?" she asked irritably.

“Mr. Winters, I am unworthy of claiming connections with you.” The man frowned slightly but the expression on his face did not change much. He chuckled lightly. “I want to hear the truth.” Instead of being modest with this man, it would be better to just be frank with him. Natalie clenched her fists and said, “Mr. Winters, you’re not married but you have a daughter. You have a huge harem and also your heart belongs to someone else. I feel extremely wronged by being forced to marry you, so, I want a divorce.”

When would she ever be happy, without a break. Is it so wronged she wished, that she could be love by anyone. No, no. She can't continue like this. She can't continue to let her husband trample all over her. She has to stop it from happening. If he wants a Mistress or a second wife, then it's fine by her. But she won't seat back and watch it happen. It would be preferable if she sets him free, from all his duties as her husband. She's going for a divorce.

"I was trying to do something nice for my husband, and instead I overheard him tell another woman that his marriage is just an arrangement. That it doesn't matter if he doesn't love me because he's given me everything else." "Sophia" "Is it true?" I demanded. "Do you love her?" The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. "It's complicated," he finally said. "It's not complicated. It's a yes or no question." My hands clenched into fists. "Do you love Elena Hartley?" "I care about her. We have history" "That's not what I asked." His jaw tightened. "This conversation is pointless. You're not getting a divorce, Sophia. I don't care how many lawyers you meet with or how many photos e

“What do you want then?” “I want you to stay by my side and be my woman. I promise that I’ll never touch any other women again as long as you’re willing to stay with me… I only want you. I can give you endless wealth and glory.” Christopher tilted her chin up with his right hand. The fierceness on his face had all vanished, and was gradually replaced by tenderness. “That’s not possible. I already have a husband.” “You can get a divorce. I don’t mind being your second marriage.”