Romans & histoires How To Safely Divorce An Obsessive Emperor

"If you don't want to work, just stay home. I'll spend more time with you from now on. Buy you the jewelry and accessories you like, okay? Just don't get too close to my uncle anymore. If word gets out, it won't be good for your reputation." Nyla watched him immersed in his self-fantasy. He couldn't hear the truth at all. She completely lost the desire to argue. She turned her head. She looked at the street scenery speeding by outside the window. Her voice was cold as ice. "Clark, there's nothing left to discuss between us. I'll have my lawyer draft the divorce papers as soon as possible. Just wait for your turn to sign them." "Divorce?" Clark paused. Then he laughed. His smile was full of a

He would think I have taken advantage of him or something else. But that night his different face was in front of me. A loving and really sensitive man. Who might have over-loved a person who didn't deserve her? He might have fought with her or something like that. Anyhow, I let him sleep and as long as he slept I decided to sleep back on the couch. Whatever happened I wanted to forget that and pretend like nothing happened because apparently, it was the only option for me to stick to the plan of divorce. I couldn't let him in my space. We should stay as much away as possible because I didn't want to develop any bad habits.

“Isabel, I'm busy right now. Can we discuss this later?” The coldness in his voice shattered the last glimmer of hope I had. “Fine,” I said, swallowing my pride. “I agree to the divorce. But only if you help me find a famous doctor for my father. Your family has the resources. It’s the least you can do.” Emerson seemed taken aback by my sudden shift in attitude. “Isabel, this isn’t a game. Are you trying to manipulate me?” “I’m not playing any tricks,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “I just want to make sure my father gets the care he needs. If you can't do that, then our marriage is truly over.”

I breathed out a short sigh of relief, because it meant he didn’t overhear my conversation with my Dad. “Is everything okay, Emma? You look a little bit distracted.” He asked again and I shook my head. “Oh no, it's nothing. I guess, I am still quite traumatized by my experience with your mistress.” I said. “Stop calling her my mistress, Emma. Come on, Emily and I aren't in any relationship and you know that.” He scolded gently. My plan to completely get rid of the idea of Emily was working. “You were planning to divorce me and go back to her. Weren’t you?” I asked and he sighed.

However, before he drove away, as if he found my heart unwounded enough he uttered words that would forever haunt my dreams, "My lawyer will bring the divorce paper for you!" No, he cannot leave me! I panicked. Fear attacked my chest. "No! Martin! Tell me what you do not want about me- I will change it for you! I-I am just being jealous. I-I will not believe those gossiping people again. I understand they are just creating rumors! Just please do not leave me! I will not pester her anymore! I do not want to divorce you! Don’t leave, hear me out!" I screamed as I run with my bare foot slamming on the ground just to chase after him. However, I only saw his car pulling further and further away f

"you’re holding the shards, pressing them deeper into his skin." ‎ ‎"Clara, please." My hands shook as I reached for her, desperate. "Please just listen. It wasn’t..." ‎ ‎"No." She pulled back, her tone a blade. "You listen." ‎ ‎I froze as her eyes burned into mine. ‎ ‎"If you care about him at all...if you ever loved him even an ounce...then do the only decent thing left. Divorce him. Now! Don’t drag him through this circus, don’t twist the knife any further. Walk away and let him breathe before you destroy the last piece of him that’s still alive."

Suddenly, everyone was claiming they needed his 'treatment', with some people even dramatically pretending to have seizures. "Emma, I told you, I had a real reason that day!" Ethan tried to defend himself. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can cheat on me, right? "Enough, let's stop this." "What?" He seemed stunned by my calm tone, as if he could not believe I was not getting angry or arguing back. "I said, it doesn't matter anymore. Let's get the divorce papers signed. After that, I won't care where you go or who you're with."

Later than I thought. I opened Lawrence's thread and dialed his private number. I immediately went against it, and I caught myself realizing my voice would give me away. Instead, I typed in these words: “Change of circumstances. Move the full timeline up. All of it. Tonight.” Once I hit the send button, relief washed over me. Then I went back and opened a second message. My fingers are steadier now. “The divorce papers. Whatever stack Rose hands him to sign tonight — I need them in it. I don't know how possible this is, but I believe you. No mistake. Make sure it's done before he leaves this building.”

EMBER’S POV “He’s going to divorce me.” “You’re not married.” “He’s going to divorce me preemptively.” I’m losing a war with six shopping bags in the back of the car while Daxon and Reyes unload the rest in a haunted silence that says they’ve seen more today than they have in their entire jobs. “He’s going to invent a brand-new kind of divorce specifically for this.” “Ember, breathe,” Queenie says, practically vibrating with glee. “The damage is already done. It’s set in stone. Literally.”

She should just leave me alone. “Thea.” She calls. “What?” I grumble. “You don't want this right?” My eyes snap open. “Of course I don't. But I don't think I have a choice here. My entire career is on the line.” She sighs as her fingers taps the surface of my table fast. “I'm really worried about you for real. Including your divorce and stuff. Boss is a ticking time bomb and he's got charms.” The divorce. God. I miss Finn. My baby.