Novel & Cerita I Failed To Divorce My Husband Ch 1

I looked down at the oatmeal in my bowl as a tear rolled down my face. “Guess you were thinking about your ex, huh? I’ve always hated cilantro.” Catherina loved cilantro. “Let’s get a divorce.” I was exhausted from feeling this way. What use was a husband whose heart belonged to someone else? Panic flashed in his eyes as he tried to explain, but his phone rang and completely distracted him. “We’re not getting a divorce. Don’t even think about it. We’ll talk when I get back.”

I stood there, my fingers curled on my sides as I let my eyes drift one last time—from Derek's angry face, to Annie's smug little smile, and to the blank stares on my father's and stepmother's faces. Nobody moved, spoke, or even cared. I nodded slowly, the realization finally sinking in as I bent down, grabbed the files, and signed the divorce papers. Once done, I threw it across the room and it landed close to Derek's feet. My fingers shook as I picked up my luggage, the only thing I had left. My knees felt weak but I managed to stand upright. Derek's eyes shifted from the signed papers to my face and I swore that I saw a slight frown envelope his face. Like he didn't expect me to actually

Dear Merlin, just give me one magical power, and I will turn Jimmy into a standing fan without hesitation. “You need to forgive your mother, son,” Mr. Charles continued. “Our marriage was long gone. I have signed the divorce papers.” “If being with the boy makes her happy, so be it.” The way he said it made him sound tired. This family, everything is just complicated. I stepped back slowly from the door. My eyes wandered to another door. I pushed it open quietly and gradually found myself outside. I walked, trying to process everything until I stopped when I remembered myself.

Zoning out. He snaps his fingers in front of my eyes, breaking me from my trance of dreams. "Baby--" he says and I shudder at word. The way he say it all the time, always had me putty in his palms. But I have to be brave and steady to do this. I open my purse and take out papers from it. "What is it, my love?" he asks and I just bit my lip. I handed the papers to him, never in million years I imagined that I would give divorce papers to the man I love. I never thought that my marriage would be this much of a failure, that I would be separating from my husband just in 5 months into my marriage.

Propping myself up from the floor, I whispered, “Patricia…” I do not know why both corner of my eyes suddenly became hot. Seeing her familiar face. Her familiar warmth. The warmth I crave for a long time. A sob escaped my lips. "Patricia, he wanted to divorce me. What should I do? I don’t know what to do anymore, nothing seems to work. Help me, please? I cannot afford to lose Martin. I can't live without him!"

Taylor leaned back slowly, her hand pressing lightly against her forehead as though trying to steady her thoughts. “So let me understand this,” she said, her voice measured now, controlled in a way that suggested effort. “Your wife has left you. She has taken the company. You are officially divorced. And someone you trusted has taken what remained of your money.” Matthew did not interrupt. He simply nodded. Mrs. Taylor’s hand dropped from her forehead, her gaze fixing on him again. “So the company is not yours,” she said. Matthew held her gaze. “Yes.” Mrs. Taylor inhaled slowly, the breath catching slightly before she released it.

“Don't give up on us just yet, Alvara“ My voice cracked. “Give mea chance. Just one last chance to find who did this and then—“ “Then what, Kai?“ She cuts in. “We pretend to be a happily married couple? Do you really think we can put this past us?“ I nod. “If we try“ “Try?“ She chuckled. “That's basically all we've been doing since we got married, Kai. I know it's not going to be easy for you to come to terms with the divorce but if you ever truly loved me, you'll understand that I need this. To be away from all these drama.This seems to be the only way“ Alvara was set on getting a divorce and I knew nothing I was planning to do was going to change her mind so I gave up.

I remember sitting in that leather chair, fingers drumming impatiently against the desk as I laid out my intention to divorce my wife. The lawyer had cleared his throat, eyes scanning the documents in front of him. “Well, I’m so sorry, Mr. Hawthorne, but I have bad news. Unfortunately, with the terms surrounding your divorce, I don’t think divorcing your wife will be possible. According to your late mother’s will, fifty percent of her shares are tied to your marriage. If you divorce Mrs. Beverly Hawthorne, those shares automatically transfer to her as compensation.” I had stared at him, certain I misheard.

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”

"'Wife'? You don't deserve to call her that. Your real match is rotting in a cell where she belongs!" "Trash belongs with trash. At least they'll last." "I've seen plenty of lowlifes, but never one this low. Bookmarking this for the entertainment." "This guy's clearly unstable. Stay away from her. She doesn't need your bad luck." His phone buzzed. One new message from Lily. "Since you won't agree to the divorce, I'll see you in court." Adrian crumbled. He wanted to fight it, wanted to hold on -- but he had nothing left. No leverage, no argument, no right. All he could do was watch her walk away while a hole opened up inside his chest.