I Failed To Divorce My Husband Ch 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I spoke only when the last piece of meat was cleared. “Since you’re here, let’s talk.” Christopher must have known what I was about to say as a flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly masked it. I watched him coldly. “The lawyer said the divorce process hasn't been going smoothly. You've been uncooperative and still refuse to sign the divorce agreement. “You should know, whether you sign or not, it won’t change anything. “After two years of separation, I can file for divorce. I’ve got one year and seven months left. I can wait.”

I looked down and continued indifferently, “Since we were never married, there’s no need to get a divorce. Let’s break up.” I hung up. The next second, there was a loud knock at my door.

I can't wait for this night to be over so that I can start filing my divorce case. * How do you like this chapter?

Chancer Group held on for a few months before it finally collapsed and declared bankruptcy. When Vivian came to the Hayes villa to see me, she already had strands of white hair. She looked at me as if she were seeing me for the first time. “Adrian, we were husband and wife for so many years. Do you really have to be this cruel?” “When you helped evil people hurt my brother, did you ever remember we were husband and wife?” I threw the divorce papers in front of her. “Sign them.” Vivian’s eyes filled with tears, but she still refused to give up.

I refuse to let my child bear the stigma of being called an illegitimate child as soon as they're born. I didn't answer him. Instead, I picked up my suitcase and walked straight to the door. "I don't have anything to say to you. It's my pleasure to be divorced from you. If you still want to show that you care, then kindly send me the alimony as soon as possible." The winter wind was cold against my face, chilling me to the bone, but it still wasn't enough to put out the blazing fire in my chest. … Justin was as efficient as ever. When I woke up the next morning, I realized that a sum of three billion dollars had been transferred into my account.

he screamed, voice cracking. "I" gave him one last, contemptuous look, then turned toward the bedroom. "Relax, you don't need to throw me out. Staying another second in this toxic dump makes me nauseous." Five minutes later, "I" walked out dragging a suitcase. "Garrett, I've drafted a new divorce agreement and sent it to your email. This time, I'm not just filing for divorce—I'm suing for damages on grounds of marital infidelity. Better get your legal team ready. I'll see you in court."

“Upstairs with Mrs. Parker. Read it.” He pulled the stack closer. Flipped past the cover page. Past the first three pages of language he’d already seen the night she’d thrown the divorce papers at him in his office. The terms were the same. The house. The cars. A settlement number that would empty most of his savings. Spousal support that would drain the rest over the next decade. He kept turning pages. He stopped on page eleven. His jaw set. “No.” Vivian’s lawyer cleared his throat. “Dr. Hale, if you’ll let me walk you through…”

"My God, this is ridiculous!" She darted in and raised her callused hand. Without even asking a single question, she put all her weight into it and slapped me across my face. The impact made my head turn, and then burning pain throbbed in my cheek. My ears started to ring. "You evil witch! The devil has taken you, hasn't he? You started a scene at my son's company, and now you pushed Rochelle!" She jabbed a finger in my face and roared, "Get a divorce, Matthew! You can't keep this witch around! And make sure she takes nothing from you!"

"After mutual consultation, both parties voluntarily agree to divorce and hereby establish the following terms…" "Spouse 1 (Wife): Beatrice Thorne" "Spouse 2 (Husband): Cedric Bainbridge" "So… you really wanted to leave me, huh?" Beatrice muttered under her breath. She forced out a bitter chuckle, her eyes glowing with unshed tears. Though divorce had crossed her mind countless times, she never expected that I would be the one to take the first step. To make it even more unbearable, she was the one who couldn't let go.

"Nina, do you know what you're doing? He's—" "He's my husband," I said calmly. "Erico, we're divorced. Who I marry is my choice." He scoffed coldly. "Your choice? Do you think Gian Lucenti is a good man? He married you just to hurt the Vitales, to…" "To what?" I asked. "To get revenge on you for marrying Joanna? Erico, not everyone treats marriage like a transaction like you do." He fell silent. Then, I caught the sound of something shattering—maybe a glass, maybe something even more fragile.