I'll Divorce My Tyrant Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

He is going to regret the day he is born. “What do you think” “Just shut up, give her the phone I want to talk to her” “No” “Excuse me” “You cannot talk to her” “Who are you to decide she is my wife” “Do you suffer from memory loss? Because last time I checked both of you signed the divorce papers” “I will deal with you later,” he said and cut off the call. He doesn’t have a comeback. Poor Anthony. I turned off her cell phone and put it back in its original position. She deserves a good night’s sleep without Anthony breathing down her neck.

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!"

His eyes were wide with fury as he pointed at me and cursed loudly, "Hazel, I truly misjudged you! I thought you were kind-hearted just because you took good care of my parents all these years. "In the end, you were plotting for my family's fortune and wanted to kick me out of the house! "A cruel woman like you, I want to divorce you immediately! Also, I have to take my child away too. I can't let him stay with you and learn bad habits!" Looking at his sanity-snapped appearance, I let out a smile. "I don't understand what you are talking about. "My husband is the heir of the Wingers, and he's been missing and has passed away. Exactly what divorce do you want to get with me?"

But now, I no longer wanted to lay all of this out for Adrian to hear. I was too tired. Too tired to keep proving myself, too tired to keep defending myself, and too tired to face those half-believing, half-doubting eyes of his. I simply said, “I don’t want this life everyone else envies. Is that okay?” “I want a divorce.” “Even if I die out there, it doesn’t matter.” “This is my choice, and it has nothing to do with you.” Adrian’s face darkened to something terrifying. “I am your husband.”

"Nina, do you know what you're doing? He's—" "He's my husband," I said calmly. "Erico, we're divorced. Who I marry is my choice." He scoffed coldly. "Your choice? Do you think Gian Lucenti is a good man? He married you just to hurt the Vitales, to…" "To what?" I asked. "To get revenge on you for marrying Joanna? Erico, not everyone treats marriage like a transaction like you do." He fell silent. Then, I caught the sound of something shattering—maybe a glass, maybe something even more fragile.

"Divorce papers." Emily stared at them. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the document. Marcus spoke calmly. "You wanted a divorce." He glanced briefly at Alexander. "Now you have one." Ryan leaned closer to Daniel. "I feel like this is the beginning of a disaster." Daniel nodded quietly. Emily looked down at the papers. The word DIVORCE stared back at her. Marcus continued speaking. "You know…" "I almost didn’t sign them." Emily looked up sharply. "Why?" Marcus shrugged. "I thought maybe we could fix things."

“At least if I didn’t come up with the stupid idea to go on dates I wouldn’t have gotten to know the side of him he showed to me and I wouldn’t have gotten any hopes or- What am I going to do, Tylerrrrr?!” “The plan to divorce him is still valid,” he reminded her with a light chuckle. “You can go ahead with the wedding and divorce him few weeks later. It’s still very much an option.” “I guess so,” she sighed in response. “I could just get married to him tomorrow and divorce him a couple of weeks later. What do i have to lose anyways?” “Nothing,” Tyler smiled. “Absolutely nothing. After all, you aren’t in love with him or anything.” And right at that moment, a thought struck Emily. A thought

I wanted to tear her apart. Sage tutted, clicking her tongue as she sauntered over to me, her face inches from mine. "Can't bear to hear anything about your beloved wife, hmm?" she whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "How about this, Ryder…Why don't you just divorce her? You sign the papers, I kill her, and then…" She trailed her fingers down my chest, and my stomach churned with disgust. "Then you and I can get married. Happy ending, right?"

I asked mustering a brave voice even though I could feel my chest beating rapidly against my chest. He drew closer and said evilly in a whisper, “Your husband, my son, seems not to know when to let go and he keeps stepping on my toes every step of the way. He even got married to you to stop my previous plan, even though it seems you people's love is genuine or whatever. Anywhere, there's so much one can take.” “And what are you going to do about it?” “Divorce Ryan and let him be alone. That way, I win both ways. He loses someone who he cares about for unexplained reasons and also loses the CEO chair.”

Charlotte said with clenched tongue. "yen yen yen." Tyler mocked. "If you can't treat me as a woman that I am let's get a divorce." Charlotte said. "Have you forgotten the contract?" Tyler asked. "I haven't. I'm sure you don't want to be stuck with me. I'm sure you want to be free and happy. You want to be a bachelor right?" Charlotte asked. "That's a brilliant idea. We can get a divorce without my father's consent and everything will be back to normal." Tyler said stroking his beard.