Novel & Cerita I'll Divorce My Tyrant Husband

Ever. But then, with an impatient look, he scoffed, “Aria, stop being unreasonable. Is it really so hard to apologize?” I was stunned, hurt by my husband’s disdainful expression and attitude toward me. I couldn’t believe he thought I was joking, and that he was still more focused on that apology! I took a deep breath. “I'm serious, Victor. I want a divorce. I want to leave you.” His eyes narrowed, his impatience giving way to irritation. “Is this one of your tantrums again? It’s not funny at all. This isn’t like you, Aria.”

Sarah! Derrick yelled from his room while I was in Gillian's room. "Find them yourself. Or ask your mistress to prepare them." I approached him, folding my arms across my chest. "I'm still your husband!" he yelled again, his eyes bulging. It seemed that Derrick had finally exploded. Good. In that case, he would agree to the divorce eventually. "What kind of husband are you, Derrick? A depraved husband like you doesn't deserve respect! I'd rather not have a husband than be constantly hurt. I'm exhausted. I'm fucking done!" I shouted back.

God, I'm enjoying this drama so much, the only thing that can make me laugh would be Tyler's reaction, I wouldn't be able to hold in the laughter. “And who said my happiness is my marriage with Tyler? I would find a better solace and happiness even without him. I…” “What's the matter honey?” Tyler showed up interrupting him. “I want a divorce,” I blurted out and Tyler was taken back. “Did you say that by mistake or is this a joke?” He asked as he looked at my father and then at me.

"Second condition." I looked at him coldly. "I'm taking Jamie. You will never see him again. Child support -- five million dollars, lump sum." "Ella, don't push it!" Derek jabbed a finger at me. "Jamie is my son too!" "Perfect. Then I'll take Jamie straight to the Ashfords and let them know that their future son-in-law already has a child. Let them watch their daughter raise her fiance's secret kid before they've even walked down the aisle."

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

Eva’s POV “I refuse to sit around waiting for when you decide to come back to me,” I say, my voice steady even though my insides tremble. “I’m done, Stephan. I’m tired.” The door clicks shut behind him. He walks further into the living room, the divorce papers clenched in his hand. He lifts them, waving the pages like they’re some sort of joke. “Whatever this little act is, it’s not working. Take your luggage back to our room.”

chaos on the bed. “Sharon has left! She doesn’t love you anymore. Don’t waste your tears crying for a woman like her!” But Bruce continued to roar, seemingly not listening to Aileen’s words. “Why did you leave when I’m paralyzed now? But you don’t have to worry. My legs will get better in the future. I don’t want a divorce with you.” Aileen sighed in annoyance. “Bruce! Listen to Mom! You are a strong person! She’s not worth it.” Aileen cupped Bruce’s face, making him look into her eyes.

I gripped her hair, jerking her head backwards and she cried but her swollen eyes could not produce any more tears. “Your wife fucked with what belong to me." I cocked my head to the side, my eyes still on him while his scared eyes moved from me to Valentina and back to his wife. “You could try to get to her, I would only need to get three of my bullets buried into your body, I guess they would love it in there.” His chest went up and down in suppressed anger. “Your wife will pay for her deeds, now get Matteo to get the divorce papers done, else you would end up in a place worse than this.

"That's not going to happen. We are not going to get divorced also I didn't pay Avery that money, my grandfather did." I sat in my office leaning back in the swivel chair and gazing at the door and recalled Tyrell's words when I requested for a divorce yesterday. He stated that there was not going to be any divorce regardless of what I wanted to do about it. I groaned in frustration and ran my hands through my hair combing through the curls when my door flung open. My eyes darkened and I scowled curling up my lips when I beheld Richard. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

he growled with rage. Melinda stumbled as he placed her on her kitchen stool. She quickly held the kitchen sink for support. With tears streaming down her eyes, she asked Ryan, “What have I done to deserve this? I have cared for you, loved you…” “Shut your damn mouth! Or I'll do it for you! I think this promotion has gotten into your head.” “I need a divorce!” Melinda snapped. “I can't do this anymore Ryan,” she continued.