I'll Divorce My Tyrant Husband Novels & Stories

Sighting my phone, I remembered the call of the Alpha, and the anger I felt toward Tina came flooding. “God, I can't stand her anymore. I am only doing this because I pity her. All this affection is for pity alone. Yet, I can't stand her anymore, she is not even my type! I want to reject her badly.” I walked over to the table, grabbing my phone while switching off my laptop. ‘I know, right? Reject or divorce? Your choice of words!’ Tyrant said and I nodded. He was right she wasn't my mate but my wife. I would be divorcing her. I was just used to the word since it was a common term amongst us wolves.

"Does this seem like a joke to you? I'm dead serious you killer! Let get divorce once and for all,so I could be free from you wicked woman!" "No! Never! I'll prefer you hate me for the rest of your life than watching you divorce me,I will never divorce you! You're my husband,I'll do whatever I can to win you back,I'm your wife!" I'm also your husband! I'm your love! I'm your heartbeat, but what can I do? I need to save Dad,you and my company. I'm left with no choice,please my love always find it in your heart to forgive me "I'm giving you tonight to pack your all of you things,the divorce papers are ready,by tomorrow morning you'll receive it. Make sure you don't leave a tiny bit about you b

Tyler seemed to have a plan and commanded, "Apologize to Sheila, and I'll deal with the rest." Vicky's blood ran cold, despite it being summer. "I won't apologize." She stared at him with determination and enunciated, "Tyler Hart, I'm divorcing you." He narrowed his eyes and grabbed onto her wrist. Just when he was about to speak, his phone rang.

That was why I was willing to give up every right that was afforded to me. “What if I don’t want any of his assets? I can just leave without taking anything.” The lawyer’s face lit up at that, but he still seemed unsure. “Does Mr. Fulton want this divorce?” I shook my head, and I could feel my face drain of color. This was not the first time I had tried to leave Terrence. The first time I brought up the divorce was five years ago. Terrence did not say anything. He locked me up in the villa for a month. A month later, I found out that I was pregnant.

He had sworn to do anything in order to get me, even if it meant tearing the world apart. This was just the tip of the iceberg because the torture was just beginning. He even offered my husband ten billion dollars only if I divorced him willingly, he promised to give me all the riches I had ever wanted but I refused. My husband hated me for that. This was where my husband Caspian, turns into something I refer to as a demon in human form making me experience hell on earth, a nightmare I couldn't run from, neither hide from, and this was all because of a billionaire who wants to fuck me by all means.

“I’m tired of proving myself over and over like I’m a stranger! I married you, not a courtroom!” “Ava, please,” he said again, softer this time, trying to pull me closer. “You don’t understand what this looks like...” “I don’t care what it looks like!” I cried. “I know what it was! I know what I saw! But instead of backing me up, you lined up with the rest of the world to tear me down!” "You know what this looks like to me? A divorce! I'm tired of being your wife." I yelled, my yes red and filled with tears.

“It’s thoughtful. It’s kind. Three days ago I would have wanted it more than anything. But I don’t want it now.” “I’m heading out to meet Lucien for dinner,” Lena says. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” Then she slips out and closes the door behind her. I look back at Calder. “Look, we can spend the next three nights pretending things are different. But why prolong the inevitable?” “What are you saying?” I take a breath because this is the part that breaks me. “I think we need the divorce.” He puts down the flowers and the bottle. I keep going because if I stop now I will not get the words out.

The question hung in the freezing sea air between us—heavy, ancient, and filled with twenty-two years of lost time. "Yes," I said without hesitation. "I would tear up every divorce draft. I would burn every court order. I would spend every day learning how to be a husband instead of a tyrant." I paused, looking past her toward the warm light coming from the living room windows, where Noah and Elias were moving through the illuminated frame of the glass. "But I don't want to go back anymore, Serena," I added softly. Serena’s dark eyebrows rose slightly in quiet surprise. "Why?"

He then paused, as if making a huge concession, and said, "If you really don't like seeing Kayla at home, I'll just arrange to have her sent elsewhere in the meantime." I stared at the narcissistic, self-righteous man before me and wondered how I ever managed to fall in love with him in the past. "I'm not being stubborn," I said, interrupting him. "We're already divorced. Kindly refrain from interfering in my life again, Mr. Swanson." He lost all his patience with me and suddenly raised his voice. "I'm already making a huge compromise here! What else do you want from me! "The company needs you now! Must you really act up and be difficult at a time like this?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts before responding. However, she interrupted my silence with another question. “If, hypothetically, you and Mister Carter were to get a divorce, do you think the women who constantly bother you would finally stop?” She already stopped sobbing while my mind drifted to the memory of Hailey pushing me into the pool. I shook my head and answered her question, “No, they won’t stop even if I divorce Steven. The reason for their anger is not because he is my husband, but because of my title as his wife. So, if I were to divorce him, they would become even wilder because they derive pleasure from seeing me suffer.”