Novel & Cerita I'll Divorce My Tyrant Husband

He could hear his mother in law and father in law calling him useless, he could hear his in law telling their daughter marry Adam because he has a brighter future than him. " You will sign this divorce papers and you will take it to your husband to sign it that you are done with this marriage! Her mom yells. " Over my dead body will I sign this divorce papers! I love my husband and we will not get divorced" she tore the divorce papers and turn around. " How dare you disrespect I and your father?! Her mom screams. She didn't answer and just walk towards the stairs while Ted quickly climb the stairs to enter into their suite, Sophie saw him running through the stairs back to their room while a

“When Karen is around, it feels like we’re actually a family.” Irina stopped breathing. For several seconds, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Her own son. Her own child. Choosing someone else. Tears filled her eyes. Still, she refused to let them fall. “Is that really how you feel?” Jacob looked away. That was answer enough. Irina turned toward Tyler. “Where do we go from here?” Tyler’s face remained cold. Emotionless. As though twelve years of marriage meant nothing. “Divorce.”

"'Wife'? You don't deserve to call her that. Your real match is rotting in a cell where she belongs!" "Trash belongs with trash. At least they'll last." "I've seen plenty of lowlifes, but never one this low. Bookmarking this for the entertainment." "This guy's clearly unstable. Stay away from her. She doesn't need your bad luck." His phone buzzed. One new message from Lily. "Since you won't agree to the divorce, I'll see you in court." Adrian crumbled. He wanted to fight it, wanted to hold on -- but he had nothing left. No leverage, no argument, no right. All he could do was watch her walk away while a hole opened up inside his chest.

To watch me cling even harder to my gentle husband. But this time, I stayed silent. My silence was starting to get under his skin. "Say something! Cat got your tongue? Or are you actually stepping aside? Perfect -- Vivian's way more fun than you'll ever be..." "Are you done?" I cut him off. He froze. This time, I didn't reach into my bag for our marriage certificate. Instead, I pulled out my phone and forwarded him the divorce papers my lawyer had sent me. "Ethan." I looked him in the eye.

"Whatever else I am, I am still that." "Not for much longer," he said. "Flynn please," I said. "After everything I have endured in this house, at least respect me enough to send that woman away." "Respect you?" He laughed. "Taylor get out of my face." His grip tightened. "You should be grateful you were ever called my wife! Now get your head bowed like you always do and serve my girlfriend or else..." "Divorce." The word fell out of my mouth and silenced everything.

On the day of my grandmother's 70th birthday banquet, I was publicly beaten again by my wife's childhood friend, who accused me of being the other man. Grandma has a heart condition—she can't handle this kind of shock. Relatives whispered among themselves, their words dripping with contempt for me. "Kyle always seemed so well-behaved. How could he be this kind of person?" "To cause such a scandal on his grandmother's birthday... she must be beside herself..." I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed my wife's number, begging her to come and clear things up. But she chose to defend the other man and coldly berated me in front of everyone: "There's nothing between us. I'm warning you for th

I said and pleaded him. “Do you really want to go back to that tyrant husband of yours who forcefully married you and then forced himself on you giving you a curse you call your children.” He said with a disgusted face. “Don’t you talk shit about my husband or my children otherwise the consequences won’t be in your favor.” I yelled this time making everyone shock. I may look weak but I can’t just let him bad mouth my husband and my children.

As if I should smile and show up to dine with her family, like nothing had happened. The truth was painfully clear. My feelings had never been part of the equation. From the other end of the call, I heard Tyler's voice. The dinner was starting. I clenched the phone in my hand, suddenly too tired to argue anymore. "Sylvie," I said quietly. "I don't want to be your husband anymore. Find a time to finalize the divorce, so I can make room for him."

He only let go of her hands after her mouth was already filled with the metallic taste of blood. Still, he held on to her tightly in his arms. He rested his chin on the top of her head and growled in a low voice, “Must we get a divorce?” His voice was very low and deep like a rumbling drum. There was what seemed to be a hint of desperation in his voice, which was a sharp contrast to his usual arrogant demeanor. Sylvia felt a swell of irritation rising in her chest and said without thinking, “Why not divorce me so you can officially marry Tara?”

“How could you do this? After everything I’ve done for you, Joyce? The double shifts so you could go to Cambridge? The tuition I paid when Dad said no? The nights I wrote your essays while you partied? I gave you a home, clothes, a future… and this is how you repay me? Stealing my husband and my baby the day after my wedding?” I lean against the doorframe, one hand lazily circling my belly, watching her fall apart like it’s the sweetest revenge. Tyler steps forward. “None of that matters now,” he says, ice cold. “I needed a son to carry my name. Joyce is giving me one. You two have the same face anyway. It’ll be like I never lost you.” He pulls the signed divorce papers from his back pocket