I Failed To Divorce My Husband Spoilers Novels & Stories

‎I stood up abruptly and brought out a dress, in their presence there, I swung it over my body while removing the pyjamas off my body and then walked out of the room. ‎They could have all the time in the world with themselves. ‎While I walked on the cool pavement of our estate, I wondered what to do with my life now, Lexa was back and my husband had gone back to her while I remained invisible in the marriage. ‎ I wasn't considering divorce in any way but that seemed to be the only option. ‎Seconds later, I boarded a taxi and arrived at the hospital several minutes later. ‎I met the doctor, and after waiting for my results, the news he gave me shocked me to my bones.

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!"

"Serena, let's go home and talk." "This is my home." "It's my home too." "Not after tomorrow." A muscle in his brow twitched. "What's that supposed to mean?" I held up my phone screen for him to see. The first draft of the divorce papers was already saved. Adrian's face went ice-cold. "You want a divorce over something this small?" Something this small. I chewed on those words, then nodded. Adrian drew a deep breath. "Serena, marriage isn't one of your court cases. It's not black and white."

Like I was a stranger. Did he think I was dirty? The idea exploded in my head. The hurt surged back. I slammed the table, knocking over the glass. "I've decided!" Suki jumped. "What?" "Divorce!" A husband who wouldn't sleep with his wife—even a good-looking one—was a no. Especially if he loved someone else. I wasn't that desperate. "Alright, alright, stop drinking." She assumed I was wasted and dragged me to shower. Her new manicure wasn't even dry, and she still wrestled me all night. Next morning my neck was full of red marks.

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband, Julian Calloway, told me he had been reborn and wanted a divorce. “Three months from now, I’ll go bankrupt. You’ll work yourself to death helping me pay off my debts, and you’ll die young. “This time, I absolutely refuse to drag you down with me. Take this $9,000,000. We’ll get divorced—” Before he could finish, I picked up the pen and signed. “Fine. Just transfer the money to my account.” That evening, while I was gathering my things from the living room, I overheard Julian’s secretary, Naomi Foster, speaking smugly through his phone. “I can’t believe she’s actually that stupid. How did she ever get into Harvard? “You made up some ridic

The lawyer looked at me with both sympathy and curiosity. “I assumed you were aware of the proceedings and were just refusing to sign the papers," she said. “Your husband seemed to think that you would put up a fight, so I didn't reach out to you yet." I felt even more pained and betrayed. So, has this been going on for that long? He had been thinking about divorcing me for weeks. Julian had been planning to leave me for months, and he had been discussing it with his lawyer behind my back. I couldn't believe the level of deception and betrayal. I started to cry, the tears streaming down my face as I realized the extent of Julian's lies.

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.

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.

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.

She said, "Before I got married to my husband, there were several ladies who wanted him as a husband. He was loved by many, but I was the lucky one he chose. Many were jealous of me and did lot of things for us to separate but let me say, we are inseparable. Our love grew stronger as the day goes by. After we got married, I was unable to conceive. I became restless. My husband and I went to several hospitals seeking for medical solutions but all to no avail. I saw my world crumbling before my very eyes. I cried everyday. My husband stood by my side. He told me how much he loves me. He said that he will never leave me and he kept his promise. One day, I overheard him discussing with his moth