Help My Tycoon Husband Refuses To Divorce Novels & Stories

Ever. But then, with an impatient look, he scoffed, “Aria, stop being unreasonable. Is it really so hard to apologize?” I was stunned, hurt by my husband’s disdainful expression and attitude toward me. I couldn’t believe he thought I was joking, and that he was still more focused on that apology! I took a deep breath. “I'm serious, Victor. I want a divorce. I want to leave you.” His eyes narrowed, his impatience giving way to irritation. “Is this one of your tantrums again? It’s not funny at all. This isn’t like you, Aria.”

I snap, my voice rising. Mom leans back, crossing her arms. The look she gives me is one I’ve seen before—a mix of disdain and disbelief, like I’m a child throwing a tantrum. She narrows her eyes. “You don’t get it, do you? This is how rich men are—they’ll always look for fun elsewhere. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s normal. What’s not normal is you refusing to accept it. That’s your job as his wife.” I stare at her, disbelief tightening my throat. “It’s not normal,” I say through gritted teeth. “It’s cruel. And for the record, I didn’t refuse him—he left me. Vince is the one who wanted the divorce. He’s the one who threw me away!”

“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 rolled her eyes again, and I bit my lip hard. I breathed in and out before I asked. "I have kept my own part of the deal, why didn't you keep yours, Lyra?" "What deal?" She asked. "Don't ask me silly question, Lyra. Where the hell is the money? I was supposed to get it as soon as I register my marriage with Jaxon. That was our agreement, Lyra, need I remind you?" I reminded her, raising my voice. "Oh... That?" She stood up, crossing her arms on her chest as she faced me.

It was the same headline from this morning, the same photos of Noah and Veronica leaving the lounge together. "If you can't lock down his heart and keep him close, the least you can do is secure our family's future before it all falls apart!" her mother lectured, her eyes calculating, "If he leaves you for her, do you think the Walker family will give us a single dime? You should be thanking me for at least securing this house." The words hit Emma like a physical blow, knocking the remaining breath right out of her lungs. Staring at the glaring evidence of her husband's devotion to his first love, Emma was completely unable to argue back.

Casually, I said, "I don't have a wife." Felix laughed and leaned forward. "We all know that's not true, Theo. You do have a wife, and as long as she remains married to you, none of us will be at peace. Got that?" "I'm doing the best I can," I retorted. "It's a lot of money, Felix. I'm not going to make a careless decision just because you're putting pressure on me. I'll divorce her when the time is right!" "Yeah? And what happens if she refuses to leave this arrangement quietly?" he asked. "What if she demands half of everything you've got? No, scratch that. Everything we've got."

he replied rather harshly. Vicky was hurt by his indifference. "We're not divorced yet. I'm still your wife." Tyler gazed quizzically at Vicky, not understanding what she meant. "And so?" Vicky took a deep breath. "I'm willing to leave this marriage without taking a penny, if you're willing to help out Cece." "Leave this marriage without taking a penny, you say?" Tyler's lips twisted into a disdainful smile. "Vicky Shaw, did you seriously think I was going to let you take anything in the first place?"

“How can you say that? After everything we’ve been through, after all our love, how can you even question this?” Reid turned on me, his voice shaking with rage and grief. “Because the truth is screaming at me, Karline! And you still lie to my face. You cheated. You ruined us. And now you want me to raise a bastard child.” “Don’t call him that!” I screamed through tears. “Don’t you dare call him that!!” But Reid spun on his heel, his shoulders trembling, his fists clenched so tight they turned white. “You disgust me karline, you disgust me” he muttered. Then louder. "Be prepared for the divorce."

Everyone stared at me like I'd lost my mind. Ruby looked even angrier. "I already said I'd resign, so why are you still pushing for a divorce? Do you seriously need to paint me as some homewrecker to feel better? I told you, nothing's going on between me and Mr. Tyler. I'm just trying to work and support my family. Why are you making my life so hard?" I looked at her calmly. "He's never peeled shrimp for me."

I walked towards the table and picked my phone to call Dickson. “Hello sir.” “About my fake marriage to Joanna, make you draft a real marriage certificate. I can't let her slip off my hands this time.” “Okay sir. Has Sir Asher signed the divorce papers yet?” He asked over the phone “No, he tore it into pieces.” I replied. “What if he refuses to divorce ma'am Joanna?” “He doesn't have a choice. If he is stubborn about signing the papers, Joanna would have to get a unilateral divorce.” “Okay. I will make sure the marriage is real” Dickson said and I hung up, staring at my phone for a while before stepping into the bathroom.