Novel & Cerita Help My Tycoon Husband Refuses To Divorce

Tyler said lightly. Lena’s expression didn’t shift. “So have you.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “I had to be. You disappeared.” “I relocated,” she corrected. “Without a word.” “That was intentional.” “You wouldn’t have answered,” Lena replied. That earned the smallest pause from him. And in that pause— Something unspoken surfaced. Something unfinished. “You’re making a mistake.” Tyler’s voice had been sharper then. Less controlled. “You don’t walk away from this world for a man, Lena.”

Stupid heart! “We’ve already agreed on the assets before marriage, so there won’t be any issues with that. However, I will compensate you with another $20 million; you will be leaving with nothing else. It will be hard for me to explain that to Grandpa later if you do.” He stated coldly. I gritted my teeth in anger at his speech. “Does grandpa know you’re divorcing me?” “So, what if he knows? You think it will affect my decision?” “Can we... can we not get divorced?” I asked in desperation, swallowing back my tears. We had a baby coming; if anything, we had to work out for the sake of our child, right?

"Over the years, my sister alone gave you a lot, let alone the money my mother has given you. This time, you agreed to divorce. I can only imagine you’ve received even more. Chris, you really haven’t changed a bit." Chris tiredly rubbed his temples. He had drunk a couple of glasses of champagne downstairs, and now the effects were kicking in, with thoughts of Jessica flooding his mind. After all, they had been together for many years. How could he just give up? He gritted his teeth and left the woman he once loved, only to have to watch as they became a couple and endure Sophie’s mockery. Any person would find that unbearable. "You know how I am," he said, leaning slightly forward and starin

I said to him. “Well, I know you signed the papers, but there are a few more procedures we need to complete. As of now, I’m still legally your husband; I have a right to care about my wife. I mean…” he said, but I didn’t have the patience to hear it. I sighed, but at the same time, wanted this to all be done and sorted. “Alright, let’s go and get things finished so this divorce can be final, once and for all. I’ll drive with you, just as long as you don’t mind me walking slowly,” I said with hints of anger in my tone.

To watch me cling even harder to my gentle husband. But this time, I stayed silent. My silence was starting to get under his skin. "Say something! Cat got your tongue? Or are you actually stepping aside? Perfect -- Vivian's way more fun than you'll ever be..." "Are you done?" I cut him off. He froze. This time, I didn't reach into my bag for our marriage certificate. Instead, I pulled out my phone and forwarded him the divorce papers my lawyer had sent me. "Ethan." I looked him in the eye.

"Love? Oh, Raina. You're even more naive than I thought." I felt my legs shaking. "I didn't agree to this. I didn't agree to any of this when I married you!" "You didn't need to agree," he said, running his hand through Teddy's hair while the boy smiled at me smugly. "Once your family took my money, that was consent enough. You're only compensation for all the money I spent." The words hit me like physical blows. Compensation. That's all I was. "I want a divorce," I whispered, then stronger, "I want a divorce!"

That was why I was willing to give up every right that was afforded to me. “What if I don’t want any of his assets? I can just leave without taking anything.” The lawyer’s face lit up at that, but he still seemed unsure. “Does Mr. Fulton want this divorce?” I shook my head, and I could feel my face drain of color. This was not the first time I had tried to leave Terrence. The first time I brought up the divorce was five years ago. Terrence did not say anything. He locked me up in the villa for a month.

- LUCA My mother had called me into her study two days before any of this broke, sat me down across from her desk, and told me, in that flat, unbothered voice she used for things that frightened her, exactly what this marriage was about to cost the family. Tyler's funding. The northern zoning deal. Thirty years of polish, all of it riding, apparently, on whether I could make my own divorce look respectable. I'd told her I wasn't fighting it. I hadn't expected that to be the part that bought me two more days of peace before she came back with something worse.

I'd watched the stock ticker myself, watched our family's fortune hemorrhage because of one night I couldn't even fully remember. "If you divorce now, the media will destroy us," William continued. "They'll paint you as the heartless CEO who forced a woman into marriage, got what he wanted, and threw her away. Our stock price will crash again. Maybe worse this time." "I'm not divorcing her," I said through gritted teeth. "I refused Isabella's request. The marriage continues." "Yes, you refused," William said. "But why does she want to leave so badly, Aaron? Have you asked yourself that?"

"I made Tiffany a final offer. One she will be stupid to refuse." "Vincent, don't do something dumb for me." There is no settlement in his divorce with his wife that Tiffany would want to accept unless he gives her half his company and his money. He can't make that sacrifice for me regardless of our situation. He lets his hand falls to my knee and squeezes lightly. "M, you already own half of my company and have stolen my whole heart. Now you're carrying the last of me around inside you. Tiffany must be dealt with and fast. It's a big offer, but I want to make sure we are married before I become a father."