Novel & Cerita I Failed To Divorce My Husband Spoilers

I hoped it wouldn't come to this, but I can't keep living a lie. Ok guys now tell what you fell about this twist ?why vihaan divorce from her? Nowadays I am giving you all short updates as you all know I am not well and suffer from a small accident soon going to give long update

But my hands didn't let them flow down my cheeks. Caspian dragged out a dry laugh. One that didn't come from a place of good intent, “ He's not your husband, Cee. You guys are divorced. He divorced you after Christmas, remember?” I sobbed, “No, we can't be divorced. I want him back. He's the one I love. I.. I just realized how much I..I've treated him so bad. And h..how much I love him.” I confessed, letting the weight that swelled in my chest out, all I could.

Wilder had been focused entirely on him and his daughter. Meanwhile, Chris, as her husband, hadn’t even been going home. For a marriage of several years to end like this—it was almost hilarious. When their number was called, Shannon tried once again to call Jessica to explain the situation, but she didn’t pick up. The staff at the Register Office didn’t even look up. They took the documents from Chris, checked them, and quickly stamped them. “Sir, perhaps you two should discuss this more—” Chris didn’t respond. The staff worked efficiently. Two copies of the divorce certificates were handed over. Chris passed Jessica’s copy to Shannon.

Because they knew I valued family, they thought they could trample all over my dignity. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Nathan with my flight details. It was an early morning departure. Fighting through the throbbing pain, I forced myself up, grabbed my driver's license, and walked straight out the front door. The moment the lock clicked shut behind me, an overwhelming wave of liberation washed over me. I was going to file for divorce. I wanted nothing more to do with this family.

Sable was already pregnant and she used that pregnancy to trap me, to manipulate me, to convince me to leave my wife for her. And I fell for it. I fell for every lie, every manipulation, every sweet word and soft touch and sex. I threw away a woman who loved me, who forgave me, who gave me a thousand chances to be better because of sex. I threw her away for a woman who never wanted anything except my money. And now I have nothing. No wife. No child. My business is failing and no future. Just an empty penthouse and a bottle of whiskey and the echo of my own stupid, pathetic choices.

"'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.

The realization was like a knife to my heart, twisting deeper with every picture I scrolled through. I was sure my husband had another woman, and that was probably the reason he wanted a divorce. The pictures of him with that mysterious woman, her back turned to the camera, only fueled my suspicions. The weight of it all was too much. I closed my laptop, the images of Zeke burned into my mind, and I collapsed onto the bed, my body shaking with sobs. The reality of my failed marriage and Zeke’s cold dismissal hit me harder than ever.

"He doesn't want me anymore. He left. He went abroad." Before anyone could react, she suddenly sprinted at a pillar and slammed her head into it. Blood gushed instantly. She hit the ground and didn't get back up. By the time the ambulance showed, she was already gone. The news cut off there. I let out a quiet sigh and switched off the TV. *** In Carmoria, I met someone real—a beautiful woman who became my wife. We had twins, a boy and a girl, thanks to IVF, and grew old together, side by side, all the way into gray hair.

"This is amazing, Caleb! Now, we can—" "Are you trying to play hard to get now?" Caleb snapped at me, cutting Julie off. His gaze wavered, and he finally said, "You want others to call Julie a homewrecker? What would others think of her?" Caleb seemed to have found a proper excuse to justify himself and said again, "I'll never divorce you. I want you to suffer the consequences and be in pain forever." Upon hearing the words "I'll never divorce you", Julie's smile froze. She looked extremely paranoid as hatred flashed across her face.

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