Romans & histoires How To Safely Divorce An Obsessive Emperor

she croaked, sipping her bitter coffee. The lawyer looked stunned. “Well, that’s... extreme.” He looked at Eulalia, her face expressionless but her eyes icy cold, and sighed. “Divorce cases are complicated, mostly because of asset division.” “I’ll walk away with nothing. Not a single penny.” Had Percival pushed her to such an edge that she was willing to divorce at any cost? “I’ll do my best to help you,” the lawyer assured. “Thanks. What else should I prepare?” “More evidence would help. And witnesses.”

On the morning Serena Voss discovered she had won the most prestigious architectural contract of her career, she drove home to share the news with her husband. She found him in bed with her cousin instead. He handed her divorce papers before she could speak. That same night, broken and stripped of everything, she drove straight to her mother's door and learned the betrayal in that bedroom wasn't the only thing the Voss family had taken from her. They had taken her father, too. So Serena stopped asking people to believe her. She stopped waiting for justice to arrive on its own. She stopped leaving doors open for people who had burned down everything she built. She disappeare

"I need you to prepare divorce papers for me." There was a long silence on the other end of the line. "Vanya? Are you serious? What's going on? Why the sudden change?" "Don't ask me questions right now," I replied firmly, my voice stronger than it had been in years. "All I need you to do is have the divorce papers ready in twenty-four hours. Can you do that for me or not?" "Of course I can," he said quickly, clearly shocked by my new tone. "But Vanya, are you sure about this? Marriage is a big step to—"

See if he’d notice. But nothing changed. I turned and held it out to him. “Sign it.” He took it, slower than I expected. Confused. Suspicious. He opened it. Read the first line. His whole body stiffened. He looked up sharply. “What the hell is this?” I met his eyes. “I want a divorce.”

Carson brings me tea and breakfast in bed. He doesn’t let me stand up and helps me when I finally need to use the washroom. I look at him, confused as to why he’s so dedicated to helping me. “Chloe,” he says while peeling an orange for me, “why don’t you divorce him?” “It’s not that easy.” I say, “he won’t agree. And ever since the first time he’s become obsessive. If I want a divorce I probably have to trick him. But it’s hard to do with April around. She makes him paranoid.”

“Your scent… it’s addictive.” “Hastan, stop! How long are you going to keep doing this? I’m married!” Her voice broke, pleading, but his hold tightened. “Then divorce him,” he said flatly, his tone firm and absolute. “I don’t have time for your games, Hastan. Please!” Meira shoved against him. “If this is still about high school, about the way I treated you—tell me how I can make it right. Not like this.” A dangerous smile curved his lips, his eyes sharp as blades. “How? Divorce Octavian.”

“I agree to signing the divorce papers.” I nodded. Something stung on the inside of me, but I threw it to the back of my mind as quickly as possible. “Can I?” He asked, reaching for one of the pens on my desk. “Sure.” Without hesitation, he signed it. Great. I looked back up at him. One more thing before we sign the partnership agreement. His head snapped up. “On no circumstance should you approach me in any romantic gesture, or anything other than professional. And every discussion we have concerning this partnership is going to be recorded.”

Alex didn’t back away, but his body tensed, as if he knew something was about to break tonight, something he had long assumed was safe. “Alex,” I said softly, “I think we should get a divorce.” “Divorce? You must be joking.” “I’m serious.” “And that means you want to betray my grandfather’s will and hurt both your parents? Good, Emely. Truly a devoted daughter and granddaughter.” I choked. Alex always knew my weak points and struck with his sharp tongue. And now, I fell silent. My breath caught. Maybe a few weeks ago, when I confided in Steven, my desire for divorce had still been gray. But now? It solidified instantly, fueled by Lorian’s mocking presence.

“Whatever you want, I will do it. Just wait for that divorce.” I had to remind myself of everything that he had done to me, both in this life and in the previous one, to ensure that I did not fall for his charm and his “pitiful me” act. I needed to stay strong in my position if I was going to get what I wanted. “No,” I said firmly, pulling my hand out of Noah’s. “I want a direct divorce.” After I gave my own answer a moment’s thought, my hand subconsciously fell onto my stomach. There was something that I had not considered, something that could change my entire plans if I didn’t put up safety guards to prevent it.

Every time she yielded, it was clear that she had a purpose, and it was deliberate. Zachary changed the topic, asking, "Were you really considering divorce?" Unable to discern his thoughts, Joey replied carefully and sincerely, "Don't worry. My decision to divorce you was a result of careful consideration. "There is absolutely no unwillingness or resentment. After the divorce, I won't seek revenge or harbor any dissatisfaction towards you or Julia." Zachary sneered. Despite her seemingly sincere words, her actions painted a different picture. He didn't bother countering with his usual habit of playing hard to get. Shoving Joey aside, he exited the shrubbery, cautioning her, "As a married wom