Romans & histoires How To Safely Divorce An Obsessive Emperor

"I was with you for five years. Did I ever hurt anyone? I know you like Michael, and I willingly gave you space by initiating the divorce. Do you think I would hurt him?" "Divorce? What divorce?" Jessica suddenly seized on that point. "You’re divorcing me just because of Michael! And you still say you aren’t jealous!" Chris shook his head helplessly. The divorce certificate was already in hand, and now dwelling on this issue made no sense. "He’s about to lose too much blood. I need to perform simple first aid to stop the bleeding, or he won’t survive until the ambulance arrives and will go into shock." "No!" Sophie was the first to object. "Jessica! This man is ruthless, he definitely won’t

“What condition?” “Lira, please,” I said, carefully. “Give me three months, Just three months.... Let me prove myself to you before the divorce, If I don’t meet your expectations, if I fail again, you can go. You can divorce me, hate me, forget me. I won’t stop you.” with this, she sat up slowly. Her eyes were wide and glistening under the dim room light. Then suddenly. Her voice rose, breaking. “Oh really? Now you want to make things right?” Her voice cracked. “Why does it take time for you, Damian Blackwood?”

Holding onto something and someone that wasn't meant to be mine in the first place was too exhausting. It was time to give my heart a rest. When Edmund appeared before me, I stared at him for a good minute, drinking in his gorgeous features one last time. Today would be the last time I’d be referred to as his wife. “Let’s get a divorce. I’ll sign the papers,” I stated, my voice stable and firm.

Emma acting as though she had uncovered some grand betrayal. Mia being gone when I returned later than I said I’d be. I slam my fist down on my desk. How is that women are running my life! I need to get this all under control again. It seemed so simple. Ask for a divorce. Give Mia her life back, go get on with mine. Possibly with Emma. Now it’s a big clusterfuck of emotional bullshit. This is why I avoid emotions. They always fuck you over somehow. Mia will be at the penthouse, no doubt. Probably with dinner cooked to apologize for ghosting me.

I should have stopped. I knew I should have. But obsession isn’t polite. It doesn’t wait for reason. It doesn’t care about boundaries. And I was in full-blown obsession mode. Elara’s message from yesterday echoed in my mind: “Stop following me.” Her words were calm, precise, deliberate. And they should have scared me. They didn’t. Instead, they lit a fire under me. I wasn’t going to stop. I couldn’t. Not when the woman I had discarded—my own wife—was out there, thriving, untouchable, daring me to reach her.

She finally said. "No. No, we're going home, together. Baby, we're going to work this out…” "There's nothing to figure out, Jax." Her voice was eerily calm now. "You cheated. I found proof. It's over.” "It's not over! Emilia, please…” “I want a divorce.” The elevator doors started to close. “Come back here, Emilia.” Jax lunged forward, trying to stop them, but Emilia pressed the button repeatedly, making them close faster.

He forced her to stop and meet his eyes. Those blue eyes that used to feel calm now burned with rage. “You want a divorce?” His brow lifted, mocking. “It should be me saying that. Marrying the daughter of a criminal is humiliating. I’m done.” His voice thundered, but Tessa caught the crack beneath the surface. His words hit her like a blow. Her throat tightened, her chest shaking with a mess of anger and grief. She drew a deep breath and answered coldly, “Fine. Whether it’s you or me asking for the divorce, what matters is that you stay away from me.”

His other hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. No. Not again. Never again. The crack of my palm against his cheek echoed through the room. Daniel stumbled back, touching his face in shock. "Don't you ever touch me again," I spat, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. The slap seemed to clear his head somewhat. He straightened, his mask of control slipping back into place. "The article can go away, Maya. Just tear up the divorce papers." "No." "Think about it." His voice turned smooth, reasonable. "Your reputation, your new job – all of it gone with one headline. Is that what you want?"

"Without me, you're nothing, Zane." "I told you, if you want a divorce, pay back everything you owe me first," Vivian taunted, sounding as arrogant as ever. "See you in court, then." "You've really got some nerve, haven't you? Well, let's see how long you can hold out. I'll drag this out until you break." Before I could respond, she hung up. The line went dead, the dial tone buzzing in my ears. Strangely, I felt a sense of peace. I told myself I would get out of this marriage and leave her for good, no matter what it took.

his friend said, clearly pissed. I just continued to stare at Trey and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t recognized him earlier. He gave me a small wave and I returned it, not at all wanting to stop myself. Was he still married? Was he with her? I was dying for more information but I also knew it wasn’t my business. I knew from working here there was no waiting period for divorce in California if all the parties could agree then it can happen relatively quickly. I suddenly felt my phone vibrate as the loud group all filed out, the Ulmers still fighting. I looked at my screen under the desk and it was an alert from “Happening Now,” one of the top gossip sites.