I Failed To Divorce My Husband Ch 1 Novels & Stories

I crossed the room, walking slowly, straight and surely not looking away from the line of his shoulders as I covered the distance between us. When I reached him I put two fingers lightly against his back, a tap, barely anything and he turned. I held out the folder for him to take. He opened it and read, his face giving nothing away, not even surprise or satisfaction, nothing that would tell me what was happening behind those eyes. But I knew what was in the folder. The signed final decree. The judge's stamp. My name, free from Cole Holt printed in clean black ink on government paper. The divorce was done.

His expression darkened. "Not tonight." I looked directly at him. For the first time all evening, my tears stopped, my voice stopped shaking, my heart stopped begging. "You wanted a divorce." I grabbed the suitcase. "You got it." Then I reached into my purse slowly, carefully. Adrian watched me confused. I pulled out the folded hospital report. His eyes narrowed before he could ask what it was, i ripped the straight down the middle then again tiny pieces fell to the floor between us. Adrian stared. "What was that?"

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

“Sign this.” “What’s this?” I asked, reaching for it slowly. “Divorce papers,” he said flatly. My heart dropped. I instinctively stepped back from the document, shaking my head in disbelief. Divorce? He had to be joking. We’ve been together for years. Sure, I’ve thought about walking away before, but I never did. Now he’s the one bringing up divorce? I forced a shaky smile, trying to stay composed. “What is this, really?” “I said I want a divorce. Sign it.”

I grabbed my bag and rushed out, heading straight to the hospital where she had been receiving treatment. When I entered her room, she sat on the bed in her hospital gown, as if nothing in the world could touch her. She didn’t even look up when I walked in. “Mother,” I called softly. She ignored me. “Mother,” I called again. She finally lifted her eyes, sighed in annoyance, and said coldly, “What are you doing here? You know I don’t like seeing your pitiful face.” My throat tightened. “Mother… Marcus gave me a divorce letter we had no problem. I don’t know where he is and he hasn’t been picking my calls. Please… help me mother.” I cried to her

Alice POV “Mommy, are you and daddy, okay?’’ “We are okay, why are you asking?’’ I asked Perez as I tucked her into bed. “What is a divorce?’’ she asked bluntly. “What is a divorce?’’ she repeated again lie it was nothing. “Where did you hear that word?’’ I inquired. My heart was racing, things had been bad between Michael and I and I had not yet thought about divorce. The thought that I might get one had been at the back of my mind for ages but I still didn’t know where I would go with two kids. Charles was a toddler and Perez was seven. I couldn’t tell when things in my marriage had gotten so bad, all I know is that one day I woke up and everything was different, I had two kids and the man

Lowering my gaze, I continued, "Since we were never married, there's no need to go through divorce procedures. Let's break up." I ended the call. The very next second, someone knocked violently on my hotel door.

My heart aches, how I want to pull her into my embrace and make her feel better. “I do not want a divorce, your majesty,” Cahir announces. “But I want a divorce” she finally speaks up, “I no longer want to be married to you” “You can not make that decision on you own, cadet” “You are here, we can make it together” “I do not want to” “And on what basis are you refusing?” Her voice is a little over the top, “who gave you the right to think you can mess with me general? I want a divorce and I am going to get it”

"Reckless. Drinking while pregnant, then trauma to the stomach? Where's your family? You've been out for a day. Your husband came by once. Once. What kind of person does that?" I looked around. No one. I shook my head. "We're getting divorced." The doctor just nodded and told me to rest before discharge. Still stuck in the hospital, I called a lawyer and had the divorce papers drafted. When I called Chuck, he sounded flustered. "Babe, just wait a little longer. Once I've handled everything, I'll come take care of you." I smiled. "What's there to wait for? By the time you're ready, it'll be too late."