Help My Tycoon Husband Refuses To Divorce Novels & Stories

“Yeah?” “First I will like to thank you for your help throughout today. You saved my daughter, you helped me with my problems, I really appreciate what you did. However, I want to discuss my deal with you, I’m sorry but my daughter wants to divorce you and I can’t deny what she wants again. I already did it once, she doesn’t want to marry you, she never wanted it but I forced her into doing it because of the deal I had with you.” Davis was quiet, trying to study and read the expression on Tyler’s face but nothing coming up. He stared with blank face, as if all he had said was nothing and meant nothing.

“Christy is right though…Ava agreed to divorce you in three years. How can you love a woman who had an expiration date for you?” “She was forced! Jessica must have blackmailed her and her family at that time. Even now Jessica seized their assets and accounts! Can’t you see what’s happening? Christy laughed with a cold sound. “You’re pathetic. Why didn't you understand her then? Why now? After all you’ve said and done to her? Don’t be a hypocrite and stick to blood than chasing a ghost."

Why would I be okay with that? No woman liked her husband's mistress. I was done arguing, but I tried to give him one last piece of advice, for old times' sake. "Francis, you should really get that money back, or else—" I did not even get to finish. He cut me off, clearly annoyed. "I've already told you, it's not easy for Chloe with the kid. Can't you show a little compassion? The money I gave Chloe is hers to keep. If you're so unhappy, then let's just get a divorce!"

but my voice failed me. “Divorce?” I managed to ask, my voice barely escaping my lips as I stared at him, trembling. “You… you want to divorce me?” “Yes,” he said flatly. “I’ve already signed the papers. I want you to sign them as soon as possible. My lawyer will send you the alimony... let me know if it’s not enough.” I felt the ground beneath me shift. My knees grew weak. I had to steady myself by holding onto the edge of the couch.

I didn't respond to him, I just walked away. For a while, his words got stuck in my head. That's right. I know his father has a motive, hence, the reason why he approached me and made me an offer, marry him, give him an heir in exchange of wealth, status and power. I just need to be patient because I have my own plan as well. Once I give him a child, I'll divorce him. Take full custody of the child and walk away. When his son was maltreating me where exactly was he?

Tyler leaned back on his elbows and gave me that look he always did when he thought I was being dramatic. "Are you serious right now?" "Yes, I’m serious," I snapped. "It’s been forever." He let out a breath. "Reaper … she’s telling her husband she wants a divorce. You think that’s a two-minute conversation?" I clenched my jaw. "The guy loves her," Tyler went on. "Or at least thinks he does. He’s not just going to smile and say 'sure, no problem.' Of course it’s going to be hard." "Fuck this," I cursed under my breath and started pacing again.

"Let's end it here. The compensation that should go to you—I won't short you a single cent." Then I looked up at their family, my gaze completely devoid of warmth. "But anything that doesn't belong to you—don't even think about taking a single penny." I straightened up, adjusted the front of my suit, and walked forward. My father-in-law coughed furiously, too angry to form a complete sentence. My mother-in-law panicked and tugged at Megan's sleeve. "Megan, what do we do now? If Tyler really divorces you, who will give us money to spend? Your father has bought so many investment properties—we still have so many mortgages to pay every month!"

Charlotte said with clenched tongue. "yen yen yen." Tyler mocked. "If you can't treat me as a woman that I am let's get a divorce." Charlotte said. "Have you forgotten the contract?" Tyler asked. "I haven't. I'm sure you don't want to be stuck with me. I'm sure you want to be free and happy. You want to be a bachelor right?" Charlotte asked. "That's a brilliant idea. We can get a divorce without my father's consent and everything will be back to normal." Tyler said stroking his beard.

My wife, Monica, hated the smell of alcohol, so I had never once seen her drink. Not even at the celebration for my succession as Don did she touch a single drop. That changed at a Family banquet, when a party game broke out halfway through. Monica lost. The penalty: sit on the lap of your one true love and share a lovers' toast. Without a second of hesitation, she picked up her glass, settled onto Dillon's lap, and drank it down. The room erupted in cheers, and every pair of eyes turned to me with the same expectation. They were waiting for me to flip the table and storm out. But I just watched Monica in silence, slid the ring off my finger, and placed a set of divorce papers in front of he

The Foster family had one ironclad rule: there was no such thing as divorce. Marriage only ended in death. Everyone envied Karina Jackson for marrying into one of the wealthiest families in the country and living a life of privilege. But only Karina knew the truth. After seven years of marriage, all she'd ever gotten from her husband, Mark Foster, were cold, automated replies. Then one day, the daughter of the woman who had destroyed her family walked into her therapy office. That was when Karina finally woke up. Mark had never been cold by nature. He simply didn't love her. Even her own son took the other woman's hand and asked her the cruelest question of all. “Can Aunt Serena be