Honey Why Can't We Get A Divorce Wattpad

After her husband Vince’s ex-girlfriend returned, Stephanie was discarded without a second thought. As if that weren’t bad enough, Vince and his mistress destroyed the career she cherished most. At the lowest point of her life, Stephanie received a proposition from Henry, Vince’s rival: become his contract wife, and he would help her get revenge. Now, armed with a powerful ally, Stephanie is back to settle the score. But as the lines between revenge and passion blur, she finds herself falling for the man who was supposed to be just an ally—falling in love with Henry.

Napilitang magpakasal ang tanyag na abogadong si Elias Macini sa isang anak ng maid na si Dasha Rivera, sa tatlong taon nilang pagsasama ay hindi niya pinakitaan ng kabutihan ang babae, ngunit sa kabila nito ay pagmamahal pa rin ang binabalik ni Dasha. Natapos ang kanilang pagsasama noong nalaman ng lalaki na nagdadalang tao si Dasha, kaagad na nakipag-divorce si Elias sa kaniya at sumama sa tunay nitong mahal. Umalis ng mansyon si Dasha at isang aksidente ang nangyari na naging dahilan upang muli niyang makita si Samuel Valdez, ang una niyang naging asawa. Sa gitna ng kaguluhan sa kaniyang buhay at sa pag-alalang walang tatayong maging ama ng kaniyang anak, muli niyang pinakasalan si Samuel na walang kaalaman na ito ang desisyon na pagsisihan niya buong buhay.

Jo and Jane are a couple who are quite famous among the artist club. He fell in love for the first time to a girl from ordinary circles who in fact was one of the talents who pursued a career in his company. Their love story that is so fragile on two different worlds requires them to separate each other. But it was Jane who suffered alone a lot, obviously Jo's family finally got rid of Jane in secret, Jane's whereabouts disappeared, whether she was alive or dead, Jo didn't know where she was. It made Jo live in deep misery and longing. He has drastically changed into a cruel cold man over the past 4 years. Until the 5th year destiny said otherwise, Jo overhears a woman's voice talking to Steven, his best friend since childhood. That is a familiar voice, exactly the same as the voice of someone he may have longed for. It suddenly made Jo shocked and for a moment was silent at the outer door of the room. Is that Jane? Or only the same voice of other person? Is Jane still alive? If true, why has Jane's whereabouts not been known for the last 5 years? Why didn't he ask for help or call Jo? What really happened?

My best friend was a "mistress breakup consultant". I had lent her money to start her business, and her very first job turned out to be breaking up my own marriage. "Jessie, what's the point of a loveless marriage? You've wasted Harold's time for five years. Are you really going to keep clinging to him and making him miserable for the rest of his life?" my best friend asked. I laughed at the self-righteous nonsense she was spouting and had security escort her out. She came right back, though, this time with a so-called "Anti-Mistress Alliance", live-streaming the chaos as they broke into my company. "The one who isn't loved is the real intruder!" "Fight for love at all costs!" They chanted while smashing up my office. I watched them calmly, waiting until they wore themselves out before pulling out a contract. "The 100,000 dollars you borrowed from me has been overdue for six months. If you don't repay it soon, I'll be forced to take legal action. "And, the lab equipment you've destroyed is valued at 5,550,000 dollars. You'll need to compensate me at full price. "Otherwise, I'll see you in court."

“Let's make a deal.” He said, his fingers tracing down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I'll help you get revenge, but on one condition.” “W–what?” I stuttered, blush creeping in as he smirked. “Your soul.” He whispered, his eyes glowing eerily under the moonlight. “It's mine.” **** Being rejected by her mate in front of everyone, on the night of her anniversary, Anna thought the worst had come, but she was wrong. So very wrong. That same night, he had introduced his wife, the official Luna to the pack, and that was the final snap. Without a second thought, she had fled only to meet her mate. Everyone thought she was crazy, but what they didn't know was that a few years later, she would return. With a thirst for revenge and a son. Their goal? Claim the pack.

As soon as my husband sat at the dining table, he couldn't stop himself from talking. The humiliations of my school days had become his favorite entertainment, served up to his drinking buddies like appetizers. "Back then, she got her clothes torn off in the bathroom, beaten so badly she crawled on the ground like a dog, too terrified to make a sound. If it weren’t for my kindness—" That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him I wanted a divorce. He laughed it off, utterly unbothered. "Seriously? It’s just a joke! That was ages ago. You’re way too uptight—it’s just for a laugh, right?" For a laugh? Was I the only one with a past? Did he think he was untouchable? Maybe I should tell a few embarrassing stories about his precious childhood sweetheart. Fine. If it’s all about “fun,” I hoped his sweetheart found it equally hilarious when her turn came.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.

His hand gripped her throat, forcing her back against the cold glass as she choked for breath. “You’ve bewitched my son, and now he asks for his mother…” “No!” she gasped. “He is not your son. He never was! You stole him from me—and locked me away for three years because you’re a billionaire with a god complex!” …. Three years ago, Chelley was betrayed and humiliated by everyone she loved—her ex-husband impregnated her adoptive sister, and her adoptive parents supported her sister whilst blaming her for being barren without giving her a chance to announce her pregnancy. Abandoned and pregnant, she vanished, only to fall into the hands of a crueler fate: Cassian Moretti—a ruthless billionaire with a heart of ice and a dark motive. Cassian locked her away and took her child, named him Asher Moretti, and raised him as his own—because without that boy, he’d lose control over a trillion-dollar legacy clause that ties his fortune to the child. But when the boy starts asking for his real mother, Cassian makes Chelley an offer she can’t refuse. “You want your son?” he sneers. “Then marry me. Publicly, you’re my perfect wife. Smile when I kiss you. And behind the cameras, you’re mine to command. My slave, my property! Stay silent when I hurt. Defy me, and your son disappears forever.” Now, forced into a fake marriage with the man who stole her freedom, Chelley became the First Lady of Cassian’s trillion dollar empire, She wants her vengeance, On her ex-husband, her family, her step-sister and Cassian himself.

I was dying from my fear of heights, but my husband, Don Vincent, was busy with his assistant, savoring the latest coffee flown in from Hawaii that morning. "You're a grown woman, Bella. What's the big deal? You're stuck on a roof, figure it out." Then he hung up on me. I collapsed onto the hot tar of the roof, my body shaking uncontrollably before everything went black. It was two hours before building security found me. When I got home, I asked Vincent for a divorce. He rubbed his temples, his patience worn thin, looking at me as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. "Over a cup of coffee? I told you, the heights are all in your head. You’re perfectly safe now. Stop making a scene alright? What's this nonsense about a divorce? I have more important things to deal with. Calm yourself down." I stared at his back as he left, tears already streaming down my face. Something important? Did he really think I couldn't hear his assistant, Sophia, murmuring in the background? Did he think I didn't know he took her to the last family gathering? I had loved Vincent for three years. Everyone knew he was the center of my world. They all thought an orphan like me could never leave him. But now, all the love I had was eclipsed by a profound, soul-crushing exhaustion. I was done. I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in three long years. "Uncle, book me a flight to Seattle. I'm ready to leave Vincent."

My husband Seth and I switched bodies on the night of our wedding anniversary. When I went to the office posing as him, his colleague Jenny whispered sultrily into my ear, "Why haven't you divorced your wife yet?" I looked at the counter on my wrist. It displayed ninety-nine points—that meant we only needed to gain one more point to switch back to our own bodies. I smiled. “Points have been reset to zero! Reset! Reset! Reset!”