I'll Divorce My Tyrant Husband Novels & Stories

My eyes widened in horror as I listened to Julian and his assistant's conversation. "I always want to be with you, Jullian; I don't like how we always have to be apart and pretend," Mr William said in an irritated voice. "You need to get rid of your wife as soon as possible. Divorce Delilah, and we can finally be together openly." I heard him say, and my heart broke even more. I choked on a sob as the tears fell even more, blurring my sight. Julian's response came between moans. "In time," he whispered. "I need to break the news to her gently."

The answer to my question stared right in my face as I had woken up early in the morning to get the documents prepared. Eight years loving you and five years of calling you my wife. Today, I, Randy White has finally decided to give you what you've always wanted—freedom, sealed in ink. Divorce papers. “Oh yeah,” Clara giggled into her phone as she walked down the stairs, “yes, Kyle of course I have time tomorrow night,” she said as walked straight to the dining table and settled down, “Okay, yeah. I'll see you soon,” she said, giggling again at something he had said.

A real-life telenovela was playing right in front of her eyes! Tyrell failed to manage his expression, and his face went pale. Ethan coldly said, "Sugar daddy? Liv is the woman I love with all my heart. I'm willing to remarry her as long as she gives me the green light." The revelation stunned everyone. There was a story behind the divorce—it wasn't he who dumped her; she was the one who dumped him! Tyrell immediately knew that this was a game over. Now that he had offended both the Heaths and the Millers, forget about bringing Neal to further heights, his family was doomed.

Said Darling, her voice crackling and not sounding as courageous as she would have wished for it to sound. "Now you want to blame my family and bring them into this? You will never agree you are at fault and own up to it and that's why I'm done. Sign this paper and take your wretched self somewhere else, and I'm sure no man would want to marry a poor divorcee like you." As he said those words, Darling looked into his eyes and all she could see was a different person, a devil who had disguised as an angel to marry her hoping to get something in return.

I can't tolerate this rubbish. "What rubbish?", I slam it on the table before him as he gazes at me. "I'm not signing this. This fucking divorce! I'm not going to divorce her. Who sent this? Tell me who?", I yell, banging on the table repeatedly, losing control over myself. It took me a fucking month to make her mine and I can't let her go so easily. "Keep your voice low, Adavan", the deputy shrugs, shooting me a strong glare. "Your wife has sent this and you'll have to sign it up. She doesn't want to be called your wife. That's it"

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.

The silence that followed was the kind that had weight and shape and Cole let it sit for a moment before the corner of his mouth moved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Drop Xavier, you know you don’t love him. Just come back to me and I'll withdraw the case." He proudly replied. I stared at him. I stood in that hallway and stared at this man and tried to find somewhere inside myself the capacity to process what he had just said as a serious sentence spoken by a person who existed in the same reality as everyone else and I could not find it. "You ended the marriage with your two hand. You filed for divorce. You forced my hand and you walked away and now you are standing here telling

I want to yell at her and hurt her but I can't. Despite the anger I feel towards her, there is still mercy left. She gave the envelope to me and I accepted it. I doubt what it was and when I opened it and I was not wrong in my doubt. It is a divorce paper.Is he divorcing me? "I'm letting you go, Tyler. You deserve to be happy because you're such a good person.You really don't deserve to be betrayed.And I just want to say thank you. for the two years of making me feel like your wife. And I hope it's not too late

I yell, my voice shrill and broken. “Behave yourself, Allera. You’re still my wife, don’t fucking forget that.” “I’m still your wife?! You didn’t think about that when you brought strangers into our bed?! How dare you, Carter! How dare you?” He glances at me from over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed. My fists clench. I swallow the lump of fear in my throat and stare squarely at him. “I want a divorce.” “No.” “You don’t get to give me that answer. I want a divorce. I’m done with this marriage. You tried to kill me!”

"Stop acting, Lucy!! You disappointed me by committing treason behind my back, and what I can't forgive, you killed my son! Prepare yourself that I will divorce you because from the day you are no longer my wife, Lucy Watts!!!" ***