Help My Tycoon Husband Refuses To Divorce Novels & Stories

Tyson thought she had fallen for it, so he immediately said, “I’ll buy you a house in Sea City, then you and the kids can live there. After I explain this to my family, I’ll marry you, and the kids will be listed as members of the Osborne family.” Adina scoffed. “Mr. Osborne, please ask Mr. Jenkins what kind of sentence you’ll receive for bigamy.” “It looks like you’ve looked into my background, Ms. Daugherty. Yes, I’m married, but I can also get a divorce,” Tyson said in a casual manner. “But you also know that it’s more troublesome for a rich family to file for a divorce. It might take a few years. During that period, you’ll have to give in. I’ll marry you once I settle my affairs in Centr

"Look, this is business, and there is too much money at stake for my company to make! What option did they give you?" "I have less than 6 hours to leave this Country and divorce my husband." Mr. Yang stands up and does that ridiculous chuckle or laugh of his. "Look! Let's make a deal. Call their bluff! Leave the Country for a few months! I get paid, and I'll pay you a quarter of a million dollars. I know you could use the money. I'll destroy the photos, and you and your husband, and you two can stay married and get back together later, and you will be richer and happier for it."

“I will like what? If indeed you want a divorce why don’t you wait for me to return to the villa before we can talk about it? Why do you have to bring it down here? Was this planned or have you been waiting for a day as this to come so you can break me down?” Tony shrugged and explained yet further, “Eva stop this there is no need for this emotional blackmail. I have endeared the excesses and troubles of this marriage; even when it wasn’t working out, I stayed back to ensure it worked out,” Tony peered at her and said emphatically, “You said I should go and hustle like other men, I need a divorce to do that…” Eva shook her head in hurt, “Oh now I see, so you want a divorce because the money

“I hope you know this is not some contract you need to seal? This is your wife. You need to handle her with care. I have noticed her health is not in the best condition.” Tyler’s lips separated, and for a moment he considered just blurting about his wife’s desire for a divorce, but he clamped his lips shut. There was no need to get into the gory details yet. He wasn’t ready to let her go. He would never be able to let her go. He was willing and ready to prove himself to her as many times as possible. Kennedy would not leave him, he repeated in his head too many times. It was an insane plight, but he knew he could make it happen.

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”

"Because of him, my wife filed for divorce." Lydia's brow furrowed. What was the connection? "They were having an affair and my wife filed for divorce. It was a while ago, but still. Especially since he refused to finance my company a month ago." Okay. Lydia could understand a little about the wife of the man in front of her. But the refusal to finance? That didn't make any sense to Lydia. If what the man in front of her was offering was not profitable, who would want to fund it?

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.

He walked over and supported his wife. “I have been sick for many years. If I could be cured, I would have cured it long ago. I spent a lot of money, and its not easy for you to make money. I have not made any contribution to my family in the past few years. I am just taking medicine and spending money. Don’t worry about me. I am willing to divorce you. Go and find a wife that help you manage the family matters.” Mrs. Garcia held his hand and said.

It was a little hard to see Astrid’s face clearly; she could only see the piece of paper in front of her, the words that read DIVORCE AGREEMENT stabbing into her beautiful green eyes. In front of her stood a firm body and a handsome face, that man who still made her heart ache, the man who had taken possession of every cell in her body the moment they met. It took her some time to gather the courage to speak. “Why?” She forced out a trembling voice to ask Joshua. She didn’t even have the courage to look at him, so she only kept her head lowered in silence. He pierced her with a cold gaze. “It was my grandfather who forced me to marry you in the first place, and now that my grandfather is dea

He broke off abruptly, as if the mere prospect of continuing that sentence made him sick. “So… this whole time…” she sniffed, still torn between joy and disbelief “Is that why you didn't want to get divorced? Not because you didn't want to miss out on the convenience of having a wife to accompany you to events? Or having a mother for Alec?” “I hate to admit it, but you're right. Alec could still have a mother even if you moved to the other side of the world. It wouldn't matter if I really wanted to divorce you.” Aaron admitted “But what you never seemed to realize until now is that not only would he lose his mother, but I would also lose my wife. And I never wanted that.” he gently ran his f