Help My Tycoon Husband Refuses To Divorce Novels & Stories

"That's not going to happen. We are not going to get divorced also I didn't pay Avery that money, my grandfather did." I sat in my office leaning back in the swivel chair and gazing at the door and recalled Tyrell's words when I requested for a divorce yesterday. He stated that there was not going to be any divorce regardless of what I wanted to do about it. I groaned in frustration and ran my hands through my hair combing through the curls when my door flung open. My eyes darkened and I scowled curling up my lips when I beheld Richard. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I was bankrupt. Creditors were at my door every day. In business, people need to believe you're settled. Reliable. A wife helps with that. Lily fit the bill." "She's tough. You're too delicate -- I couldn't bear to put you through that." "My future was uncertain. You deserved to focus on your studies and make something of yourself." Rose threw her arms around him. "But I've made a name for myself now, and so have you. Can't you leave Lily and be with me?" Adrian gently pushed her back. "I'm not going to divorce her. I do love you. But I know what she's given up for me."

Isaac looks up and appraises my face before giving me a tight smile. "Hello, Tasha. You look great." I ignore the compliment and signal the waiter to bring me coffee. I'm only here to negotiate an amicable property division, not to pretend to have a warm human relationship. Despite my dislike for my husband, I have no intention of making the divorce a war. I don't need alimony or anything beyond the prenuptial agreement. However, I'm concerned about Evans & Fury. Buying out Isaac's family's shares will require money that the company currently doesn't have. I won't ask Jaden for help.

My mafia husband married me seven times. And seven times, he made me sign divorce papers, all to protect his childhood sweetheart, who was always getting into trouble. He'd always say it was for my own safety, and just as he always did, he'd set a date for our remarriage. He just didn't know that this time, when I handed him the divorce papers, there would be no remarriage. "Tessa's back. Sign it, Carter." I kept my expression carefully neutral as I slid the signed divorce papers across the vast mahogany desk and into his hand.

Would he be happy knowing he was going to be a father? Or would he be upset because I wasn't the woman he loved? "Really? Alright then. I have something to tell you too." I nodded. It had been hard for Nathan to share anything with me throughout our three years of marriage, and the fact that he was finally opening up to me filled me with so much joy. "Go ahead," I said. Nathan looked closely at my expression before responding with absolute certainty. "This marriage can't continue. I want a divorce." The hand I had slipped into my shirt pocket to pull out the test results suddenly went still. "What do you mean, Nathan?"

"Chloe, I know I was wrong. Give me another chance." "This crazy woman is going to drive me insane. Only you can help me." I looked at those messages and wanted to laugh. The only time he remembered what a decent wife I'd been was when he was cornered. I blocked him. Out of sight. A week later Preston finally signed the divorce papers. He caught me at the entrance to the clerk's office. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked a decade older. "Chloe. You really can do this? Four years. Is that all any of it meant?"

he sounded so weak as he stared at me after I successfully pushed him away. My heart feels so heavy. It was pounding so hard and it's so painful. I shook my head and chewed my bottom lip. "M-My husband is poor. M-My husband is a sanitary worker…" "Solana, babe, please don't do this to me. Please! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry…" He tried to touch my hand but I pushed him again. "You're not my Jordan." "No! No! Please, Solana. It's still me. I am still your husband. Please, don't leave me. I love you."

Jeffy indifferently said, “You can not be interested in me, but I can help you solve your problem. “I heard that your current husband is a lousy man relying on you. He even owes a huge debt of $900,000,000 now. He isn’t able to pay for it. “Divorce him and get married to me. Then, you’ll have nothing to do with him. The debt of $900,000,000 will not be related to your family, and you don’t have to suffer from such great pressure anymore. “At last…” Jeffy took a cheque out and put it on the table. “As long as you’re willing to divorce him and marry me, I’ll give your husband $500,000 as compensation. “Five hundred thousand won’t be enough for him to pay back the debt, but it can help him hide

I walk away with nothing. My eyes widened as I stared at him, disbelief coursing through me. It didn’t take long to piece things together. So this was what he’d been waiting for. Those other times he refused to discuss a divorce were all leading up to this moment. Now that he had fame and wealth, divorcing me meant losing half of it. Clearly, that wasn’t something Ethan was willing to let happen. Tyler’s tone was cold. “That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

"I'll go home right now and talk to Mr. Taylor! We might be able to arrange a payment plan for the loan and keep the company." "Robert, you need to talk to your wife. Try to convince her not to go through with the divorce. Why don't you work things out?" "Katy, she wants the divorce. And if she's already told her parents, and they've accepted it, I don't think there's anything to be done with Alice." "Try it!" "I will." But Robert believed it might be better to talk to Mr. Taylor and reach an agreement, leaving behind the marriage, the divorce, everything related to Alice Taylor. He left the store and headed home.