Novel & Cerita He Wants Two Wives She Wants A Divorce

“You don’t have to worry about your infertile daughter-in-law, Mrs. Rika. You can simply ask your precious son, Devandra, to divorce his wife.” Lyra leaned back on the sofa, crossing her legs with a wide smile. “I’m only here to help, Van. Being a widow isn't easy. You can stay as Devandra’s wife—if you’re willing to share him with me.” “I don’t want a life like that,” Vania said sharply. “Rather than stay married to a man who doesn’t love me, I’d rather be a divorcee and fight for my own happiness.” Mrs. Rika slammed the teacup the maid had just served onto the table. “You’re just a barren woman who can’t bear children! Why be selfish and ask for a divorce from Devandra? You should be grate

She held his hand, gave it a shake, and asked. "You are my wife." He had already married her, how could he possibly fall in love with another woman? Even if he were to love, the object could only be her. "Wives can divorce too, you know. After a divorce, you can marry someone else, and that someone else can also be your wife." She was not satisfied with his response. "No." Quinn uttered heavily, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car. "What can't you do?" Isabella got out of the car, continuing to press him with questions.

“Packing.” His jaw tightened. “We’re not going anywhere.” “I am,” she replied quietly. The room seemed to shrink. “You can’t just leave,” Lucas said. She finally turned to him. “I’m not disappearing. I’m choosing space.” “For what?” he demanded. “So I don’t forget who I was before I became someone you tolerate,” she said. The words hit harder than accusation. “You’re my wife,” Lucas said sharply. “You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”

He still thinks Theresa was my mother, she isn’t and will never be. “I….” I licked my lips which had suddenly become dried. You can do this Nicole, just say the words and everything is done. “Go on, is this about your husband?” He asked and I nodded. “I want a divorce.” I didn’t bother sugarcoating the word because this is what I want. He froze and blinked. “What are you talking about?”

And finally, I got to the main road. Then everything started sinking in all over again—Lexa's arrival, Dylan bringing her to my home, the kissing in my presence even though I was the wife, just everything. And when I thought of leaving, he didn't hesitate to give me a divorce—he never wanted me. All these years I was busy loving him, but he was only disgusted by me. The time he was a bit soft with me, it was all pretense till his mistress returned and he couldn't pretend any more.

“I knew you’d understand.” I wanted to vomit. I wanted to cry. I wanted to vanish into the marble floor beneath me. My own husband, the man I had trusted with my heart, had chosen to believe the manipulations of the woman he once called the one who got away. And me? I was nothing but an obstacle in their story.

All it would take was mutual agreement, and these seven years together would be over. I turned my back on him, but suddenly he grabbed my wrist. His expression was grim, his chest rising and falling sharply. “Without my consent,” he said firmly, “we’re not getting a divorce. You can say whatever you want when you’re angry, but don’t ever bring up divorce again.” I replied flatly, “And what if I do? It’s not illegal. Or are you the kind of greedy man who wants to marry two women at once?” Yes if Julian wished, I, his wife of seven years, could easily become his mistress. My existence wouldn’t stop him from marrying Ophelia.

“Hey I know how you’re feeling but I need you to understand the fact that your husband loves you and he’s only fascinated by her moves” “I don’t care, I have my share as well. He’s not only the one getting the fun outside. I hope he finds out soon that I have someone who’s going to make me happy for the rest of my life” she whispers into my ears. “Why would you want to divorce him?”

He wondered what was in this woman's mind all day long? "Tell me, even if you meet another woman that you want to love, will you leave me?" She grabbed his hand, shook it and asked. "You are my wife." He had already married her. How could he fall in love with another woman? Even if he wanted to love someone, it will still be her. "A marriage could end in divorce. After divorce, you can marry someone else, and someone else would be your wife." She was not satisfied. "I won't." Kevin threw out these two words in a heavy voice, unfastened his seat belt, and got out the car.

Do you want to be with him instead, is that how much you hate me, I will not do it, I will not fucking divorce my husband, I fucking won't, I love him and he loves me too, you set me up, and you have no right to tell me to divorce my husband. My heart boiled with rage as I watched the chat screen display typing again Stranger: [Do I hate you? I am not sure about that; do I want him for myself? I would leave the question for now, so if you are not going to do it, then there's one option left, and that is him seeing how you fucked two men and I know he will end up spitting on you and pushing you out of his life, so I am giving you three weeks to decide on what to do, and if you don't, I will g