Novel & Cerita I Failed To Divorce My Husband Chapter 1

** (Word count: 2012) --- **Chapter 5: Shattered Vows** "You fat, worthless embarrassment. Get out of my son’s house and out of his life." Victoria Brownish’s voice cut like ice through the elegant penthouse living room. Chloe stood frozen, the divorce papers trembling in her hands. One year of marriage — one year of passionate nights, tender mornings, and whispered promises — shattered in an instant. "This isn’t possible," Chloe said, her voice breaking. "Asher loves me. He told me so just yesterday. Where is he? I need to hear this from him."

Relief hit me so hard my knees almost weakened and for the first time since arriving back in Velmora, I could finally breathe properly. “I’ll prepare everything tonight,” I said immediately. My father waved dismissively toward the door, already reaching for another document. The conversation was over. I turned quickly and walked out before he could change his mind. The second I reached the hallway, I leaned heavily against the wall while my breathing turned shaky. In two days, I will be back in Norcane, in the same city as Killian, in the same place where my marriage fell apart. A bitter smile crossed my lips. I didn’t care if it made me look desperate, I didn’t care if Killian thought I was

CHAPTER ONE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me It was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a

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."

Yes, he had the money, more than enough, and providence has given big money in his possession. When Vivian drove into her car park, in her apartment, on campus that night, she was unable to sleep. She felt the tears rolling her eyelashes on remembering Charles abandoning her. She wiped the tears that bedewed her face with a scarlet handkerchief as she drew a shaky breath. It would be so easy, she realized to love this man, named John Hill. Too easy! Besides, it was her fault for not having known that something wasn’t quite right about her from the very start, when she starts dating John Hill while under Charles. She had found the biography of John exciting, and the strange notion she took to

“I don’t know. But whatever this is… it looks like you understand each other too well to be comfortable.” “They’re using what people saw,” Lena said. “What they assumed. And what they wanted to believe.” Sarah picked up the tablet again. “They’re saying the divorce was strategic.” Lena let out a quiet breath. “Of course they are.” The door opened. Sebastian walked in without knocking. He already looked like he’d seen it. “Damage level?” he asked. “Contained,” Lena said. “For now.” He nodded once. Then looked at the screen. “And escalating.”

“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.”

I woke up before Isla. She lay still beside me, unconscious, her head bandaged and her breathing shallow. The doctors were monitoring her for a possible concussion. I, on the other hand, had no such luxury. The second I opened my eyes, I was dialing my family’s lawyer. I wanted a divorce. Rafe Moretti—my husband, the man who left me bleeding in some godforsaken warehouse while he played caretaker to Bianca and her cramps—would never have another claim on my name.

No normal person remains blindly devoted to someone who humiliates them. Less than a year after the marriage, I woke up completely. I understood then—Hugo wasn't just a scumbag. He was human trash. So in our second year, I asked for a divorce. Unfortunately, Hugo was even more despicable than I'd imagined—he got me pregnant. For the sake of the child, I swallowed all my resentment and unwillingness. "Mia, whether you love me or not, you need to understand one thing," he said. "Unless I die, you will never leave me!"

When Mas Raka left the room, apparently Ida was already in front of my room. "Oh my God, Lia, what happened? And look at your injured hand, Lia, come on, let's get up, let's treat your wound, don't worry, that crazy man is gone," said Ida, who seemed to have heard the argument between the two of us. "He is my husband, he is the father of my child" I said full of tears. "Stop being stupid" Am I that stupid? I really want a divorce from him and I did prepare everything assisted by Ida but your affection is still too great for him. Continued....