I’m Divorcing My Tyrant Husband Novels & Stories

That the woman he dismissed… The woman he divorced… Was never beneath him. She had always been above him.

“So this is the whore you've been sleeping with on our matrimonial bed right?” Silence filled the room, and Iris gave her a stern look as she snapped, “Hello! Who are you calling a whore?!” Ryan’s expression remained indifferent, then he shrugged, his voice casual, almost mocking, “I don't know what you're talking about Melinda. And besides, we are divorced, right? So if I slept with her, how’s that a problem?” He said, a little chuckle escaping his lips. Melinda’s gaze intensified, her eyes burning with rage.

Rylan said in a whisper but I heard her because he mouthed every word with seriousness. We both know who she was talking about but this is not the kind of conversation I would love to have right now. Love is just too fickle and meaningless for me to waste my time over. I don't even know why I refused to divorce Emily when I knew I could just confuse my father. I can marry Aysel and let her give birth to my child with no strings attached but a part of me knows things will be different. Emily's existence in my life will keep on taunting me and it's not something I can handle.

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”

‎I stood up abruptly and brought out a dress, in their presence there, I swung it over my body while removing the pyjamas off my body and then walked out of the room. ‎They could have all the time in the world with themselves. ‎While I walked on the cool pavement of our estate, I wondered what to do with my life now, Lexa was back and my husband had gone back to her while I remained invisible in the marriage. ‎ I wasn't considering divorce in any way but that seemed to be the only option. ‎Seconds later, I boarded a taxi and arrived at the hospital several minutes later. ‎I met the doctor, and after waiting for my results, the news he gave me shocked me to my bones.

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.

“Aside from that, what I cannot accept is that you got together with Lyra Madden during your marriage! If the divorce didn’t happen earlier, I’d have whipped you to death! “I asked you before whether you regret the divorce and you said no. And now, look at what you’ve done. Sydney is pregnant with your child!” The more she said, the angrier she got. She whipped Julien two more times. Julien curled up in pain. The sweat on his forehead, as big as peas, rolled down and got stuck at his eyebrows, forcing his eyes shut. Jayden broke down in tears. He grabbed Old Madam Flint’s arm and begged, “Grandma, please stop. He can’t take it anymore!”

"Chris, I was married to Alexander Valtor, but it was a nightmare. He and his family treated me like a maid, not a wife. They humiliated me, belittled me, and made me feel worthless. I tried to hold on to our love, but it was all a lie. He never loved me, and I was just a trophy to him. "I finally found the courage to leave him, but the pain and heartache are still fresh. I feel like I've lost myself, like I'm just a shadow of who I used to be. But seeing you, Chris, knowing that you care gives me the strength to keep going. "I want to file for divorce to officially end this toxic chapter of my life. But I'm scared, Chris. I'm scared of what Alexander might do and of how he'll react. That's

These cursed souls chorus together, their eyes on me and Rey, while Tarah is about to burst with rage from the site of Rey, and I like this. “T, babe? I don’t think I am seeing this right, am I? Like, is that your beloved husband cuddling another woman like that under your watch?” One of them spoke. A cackle from another blonde echoes in the silence engulfing the room. She shifts her gaze from us to Tarah. “Girl, you fucking do not deserve it at all. This is the highest order of disrespect. Divorce this dude already, or kick this whore out of this house before you start looking desperate for attention, babe.”

How did she realise so late that this alpha side of him would turn her on? “As mad and upset with me as you are now, it will be worse when you wake up and realize I’m right. You think you’d be nice during a divorce? That we’d be civil? No one is, Tyler. I lost you once already and I know how it felt. Getting married and then divorcing you would break me. And although I didn't really want to marry Victor, I wasn't so scared about it because it was never this complicated. I knew what I was going into… It was all planned and… And Victor isn't you. I’m doing us both a favor,”