I Failed To Divorce My Husband Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Her husband’s voice was tender as he said, “Stop overthinking. Okay?” Tegan's body shook even more. She didn’t bring up the divorce again. It turned out that she didn't even have the right to divorce because she was simply too incapable.

"How are you?" "Your face doesn’t look good, husband. Do you want to take a rest?” “I’m good.” He refused to receive attention from Annie and continued to eat. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why? He just wanted to do it, for no reason. Dustin began to think about the divorce petition he wrote the day before. When he thought about it, he hesitated a bit. Should he divorce the woman who forced him to marry her? But she's not like that anymore, is she? Or does she have any plan with him?

“Get me to a hospital. If I survive this, I’ll pretend today never happened. We can settle—” Before I could finish, Beatrice grabbed a shard of glass from the floor and drove it deep into my back. A sharp pain shot through me. Then, it felt like a floodgate had opened. Blood gushed from the wound. Pain took over my entire body, tearing through every nerve. “You’re buying stories from a lunatic? And you call yourselves smart people? Let me set the record straight! My son and Amy are legally married!” She grabbed Edwin and Amy’s certified copy of their marriage certificate from the center table, held it up for everyone to see, and then threw it in my face.

Eva’s POV “I refuse to sit around waiting for when you decide to come back to me,” I say, my voice steady even though my insides tremble. “I’m done, Stephan. I’m tired.” The door clicks shut behind him. He walks further into the living room, the divorce papers clenched in his hand. He lifts them, waving the pages like they’re some sort of joke. “Whatever this little act is, it’s not working. Take your luggage back to our room.”

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

"'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.

I have loved Liam all my life but my sister ruined everything for me. I took a few steps towards Liam but he raised his hand again to stop me. The divorce papers were on the floor for me to sign but I couldn't bring myself to. “I know you aren't going to leave this house, Emily, and this is why I'm going to leave. At least you should gain something for staying with me for two years just to cheat on me with a lover you met a few months ago." Liam said with an indifferent tone, which made me swallow the lump at the back of my throat.

BOOK 2: Dear Wife, I Want You! Chapter 1 Blurb “I will never sign this divorce paper Amanda, and how best can I prove my love to you? Amanda, please be mine.” “This was supposed to be a loveless marriage, I am getting back with my ex so you have no choice but to sign it, I am out of here.” He gripped her and pinned her to the wall. “Are you insane? Going back to someone who lied to you and got married to someone else who is even pregnant with his child?”

My breath hitches, and I feel my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. Vincent stands before me, the marriage certificate in his hands, his face cold, unyielding. His eyes lock onto mine for a brief moment, but they hold no warmth, only emptiness. His eyes flick to the woman standing next to him. Maria. A thick blonde woman, radiant in a wedding dress, her smile flawless, as if she’s won some prize she never had to fight for. And the guests, his father, his mother, his siblings, and friends, are gathered around them, watching as if this is just another celebration. As if I never existed. I am truly divorced. My love, my Vincent, my husband, truly divorced me. He married another woman because