Romans & histoires How To Safely Divorce An Obsessive Emperor

my assistant updates me. “I didn’t expect it to be easy,” I reply, exhausted, rubbing my eyes. “Keep looking until someone passes every single security check. I’m not going through another mess like we had with that traitor.” “I’ll let the team know. And lastly... the lawyer hasn’t had any luck with the divorce. The next step is a contested proceeding. It might take months.” “I never imagined that woman would cause me this many problems,” I groan, massaging my temples. “I still don’t get why Oliver won’t leave his wife. The man’s already expecting a child with his mistress. What more does he want?”

“This is your last chance, Kendra. Take your words back. If you don’t, I’ll take Nate overseas tomorrow. Don’t even think about seeing him again.” I put the phone on speaker and navigated to my gallery. There were 213 videos and more than 1,000 pictures. I had looked at them countless times before. I took a deep breath and deleted everything. Suddenly, I could not wait for tomorrow to come. “We were never married. Is that correct, Terrence?” On the other end of the line, Terrence went quiet. I looked down and continued indifferently, “Since we were never married, there’s no need to get a divorce. Let’s break up.”

It was exactly her style. "Ellie, I understand how you feel, and I know you were frightened tonight. Don't worry, Grandpa will be fine." Chloe held her cold hand tightly and stood firm at her side. "Alexander has always let Isabelle bully you, and he ignored your dignity to flirt with that mistress. If you divorce him, you'd really be making room for her! That's not what they should get! We won't divorce! That way, Vivian Sterling will always be the mistress!"

he asked, looking at me with concern. I smiled at him so he wouldn't worry about me. "I'll be fine. Don't worry." I knew how to end things on a good note. I could give in gracefully if needed. Also, since now our fake divorce was actually real, there were some things that I wasn't going to let go. I was going to take back everything that belonged to me. For example, the house we were living in now had been fully paid for in cash by me before getting married. So, even during the divorce, it would be considered my own private property and not a joint one.

Her fingers clenched the side of her skirt tightly. “You’re insane!” Sebastian cursed. “Yeah.” “I mean, why would you do this? You…” Sebastian hesitated, then leaned closer to whisper, “Are you infertile?” That thought was way off, Elmy thought. She shook her head. “Zayne and I are getting divorced.” “What?” Sebastian shook his head in disbelief. “But you two love each other! This whole year—” “Things that look fine sometimes hide wounds, Bastian.” Elmy hoped he wouldn’t ask why she filed for divorce. That one sentence should be enough to open his mind.

I stood up and patted my slightly sore knees, saying, "I suggest that you keep a low profile, Ms. Clifford. The two of you should just get a room if you can't keep your hands off each other. Don't do inappropriate things in a public space." Elena flushed before the color drained from her face. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you trying to poke your nose into my business when I'm just working out? You should take a look at how much weight you've put on instead. How revolting." I nonchalantly spread my arms and said, "You don't have to feel repulsed by me if you just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible, Ms. Clifford. Also, you should comfort your little puppy. He looks terrif

“Walk away from what my father built up? Walk away from what is rightfully mine? Now I know you’re crazy. I would never do that. Sign these papers now and you I will see that you have money for life. That’s all you ever wanted anyway. Now you can have it. Just let me walk away.” “It was never about the money for me.” “That’s not true. I have proof. If you don’t sign now I will see that you never have anything. I’ll ban you in this city, in this whole country. You’re conniving and evil. Just let me go, take the money and go and find some other man to scheme. I promise I wont get in your way,” He snaps. The fury on his face almost scares me. I grip the divorce papers and sigh.

His eyes burned, not with anger, but with something far more dangerous: obsession. “ You really think signing those divorce papers changes anything? ” His voice was low, rough, and filled with a kind of finality that sent shivers down her spine. Astrid’s breathing was uneven, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest as if to shield herself. “ It’s the law, Andrew. We're over. That’s what you wanted too, wasn’t it? Being free from me would help you a lot. "

“Madison Baker?” “Yes.” “Isabella Moretti.” They shook hands. Isabella sat across from her. “Xander told me you're looking for a divorce lawyer.” “I am.” “Then tell me exactly what you want.” Madison didn't hesitate. “I don't just want a divorce.” Isabella raised an eyebrow. “I want my forty-five million dollars back.” “Your husband spent it?” “He emptied our joint account.” “Proof?” “I have bank statements.” “Good. What else?” “He took another fifty million dollar loan using our names.”

But Magnolia was usually always around and causing some kind of trouble. He made a mental note to find her later, but right now he needed to focus his attention on Hannah and saving their marriage. “Look, I talked to Emily, and I know what she said…” Sebastian tried to say, but her words cut him off. “I want a divorce,” she said flatly as she revealed the divorce papers in her hands. His heart stopped in his chest; he stared around her face, questionably. She was serious. “What?” He said, his jaw tightening.