I'll Divorce My Tyrant Husband Novels & Stories

How much more does she want? This is ridiculous he has a house he could have taken her in. Is he doing this out here just to bother me? Why is my tyrant having sex with some whore bothering me? As much as I hate for him to know this bothers me and that I'm out here I can't watch this any longer. Slowly standing up his eyes dart to meet mine. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I had hoped. Rolling my eyes at the smirk on his face trying to hide the hurt in my eyes I turn and go inside slamming and locking my door. I just can't win!

They had been married for five years, with Tyrell constantly bending over backward to please her. Victoria only had eyes for her first love, Luke Austin. Yesterday, Tyrell slapped Luke across the face in a fit of jealousy. To avenge Luke, Victoria had Tyrell hung up and beaten. I remembered how the plot went. Tyrell refused to sign the divorce papers, and in the end, he was brutally torn apart. I needed to survive, so I quickly blurted, "Yes! I'll sign it!" Only then did Victoria order her men to release me and toss over the divorce agreement.

But it wasn't my husband but Andrew. I looked at him, his face reigning in fury. He spat, “Zara, your husband is so pathetic. Just tell me his name and I shall smash him into pieces.” A loud inhale filled with rage from my husband was audible to my ears. I continued badmouthing my husband. “Andrew, that's why I am in the process of divorcing my husband. Though I could give him one more chance, I won't. I won't step back from my decision to divorce him because he ejaculates prematurely.”

“What exactly do you want sir?.......You wa⁠nt to know why I’m here huh? My husband, well soon‌ to‌ be ex fuc‌ked‍ my stepsist‍er in our damn b‍ed, gave m‌e‌ divorce papers. After‍ I gave him everything.‍ I held him up when he‍ had nothing, typed his p⁠lans⁠ till my fingers bled, paid all⁠ his bills. And my inheritance….billions of dollar‌s, Dad’s comp‌any, I signed it over because I loved him, I bu⁠ilt his‍ e‌mpire. And now he’s kicki⁠ng me⁠ out by the weekend, laug⁠hing with her, taking every penny from‌ m‌e.” My hands flew in fire. “I’m done. ….done being their fool. No more s⁠tupid⁠, naive Ela‌ra who thi‌nks l‌ove fixes everything.” I yelled again, “Pou⁠r me another whiskey now!” He shoo

“Are you married, Mr. Tyler Harrington?” “Yes, I was. But no, I am not. I divorced my wife due to my silly mistake. I thought I was doing the best thing, you know?” “I understand where you are coming from, son. I did the same to my lovely wife; may her soul rest in peace. I cheated on her with a woman with big buttocks. It was not entirely my fault; I love big butts, and my wife had a flat one. So I cheated, and when she found out and threatened with a divorce, I hit her head with a bat and she bled to death.”

“You are what is wrong with me, come on love tell me, why can’t you divorce him and be with me? Did he place a gun to your head?” “Please let me be, I told you already,I can’t divorce my husband, it’s not so hard to move on so please do so okay, I beg of you move on.” I really don’t know how on earth am I going to convince him to move on. I really want to end things with Victor but my hands are tied. “Luna, we both know you don’t want to be in that marriage, but what I just don’t understand is why the hell you can’t leave him.”

Tyler leaned back on his elbows and gave me that look he always did when he thought I was being dramatic. "Are you serious right now?" "Yes, I’m serious," I snapped. "It’s been forever." He let out a breath. "Reaper … she’s telling her husband she wants a divorce. You think that’s a two-minute conversation?" I clenched my jaw. "The guy loves her," Tyler went on. "Or at least thinks he does. He’s not just going to smile and say 'sure, no problem.' Of course it’s going to be hard." "Fuck this," I cursed under my breath and started pacing again.

“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 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.”

‎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.