I Refuse To Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Julian crushed the divorce agreement and threw it into the trash. "Liv, you are going to explain this today. You still love me. You're only angry, right? I refuse to accept this divorce. You can't leave me." Tessa finally snapped and dragged at his arm. "Julian Carver, are you out of your mind? Have some self-respect. You're divorced. Come with me!" The door locked behind them. Adrian leaned against it, perfectly calm.

I replied flatly, pouring coffee into a mug. “I assume he’s still refusing to accept the divorce?” I nodded silently. She sighed, setting the whisk down. “It’s not easy walking away from a marriage, Aurelia. But if this is really what you want, you need to stand firm. No looking back.” I smiled weakly. “Thanks, Cass.” I didn’t tell her about the dream, some things were too humiliating to admit. Especially when the man in it wasn’t my husband.

And so, she stood at the front desk and refused to leave as she looked at him and insisted, “It’s inappropriate for us to stay in one room, can you get another room for me?” Ryan was angry and he looked at her coldly as she deliberately distanced herself from him. “We are a legal couple so why do we need two rooms?” Silvia insisted that she wanted to stay apart from him. “Although we are a legal couple, we are in the process of getting a divorce now.” Ryan snorted coldly. “You’re the one who wants a divorce. There is no such thing as a divorce to me.” Ryan then took his daughter’s small hand as he intended to leave but he simply refused to get her another room.

“Change your clothes. I’ll ask the maid to make coffee for you—” "It’s been long enough. We both know this is where it’s going." I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. What could I say? What was there to say? Wasn’t it obvious that I still wasn’t ready to hear how much he was dying to divorce me? That after all the things he did to me… I still saw him as my husband? "It’s better this way," he added. "For everyone." For everyone. But who were included in those everyone? For him and Elizabeth?

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.

I failed! I hated myself so much and I hated him. I hated this marriage. My trembling fingers slowly loosened from the front of his shirt as I stared directly into his cold eyes. My voice came out cracked, hollow, almost foreign to my own ears. “Let’s get a divorce.” For a second, there was no reaction on his face. Then he exhaled slowly, like I was the one being unreasonable. “No, Nyssa,” he said flatly, “don’t do this. You’re too emotional right now.”

he said. I looked at the fire for a moment before speaking. When I finally did, I didn’t give him everything, but I gave him enough. The corridor. The voices. What I had heard. The locked room. The realization that had followed me like a wound that hadn’t stopped bleeding. He listened without interruption. “You want a divorce,” he said at last. “I want out,” I replied. “A divorce is the cleanest version of that.” “And Kieran refused.” “He didn’t refuse,” I said after a moment. “He laughed like the idea of me having a choice was irrelevant.”

He raised his hands, then dropped them. I spoke in a cold tone, “This divorce will go through. You can refuse, delay, or make excuses all you want. But I will not step back. Sooner or later, you will have to let me go.” Argan’s eyes reddened, as if he was holding back tears that refused to fall. “Why are you so cruel, Devia? I’m trying—” “Because I have to be cruel,” I replied quickly. “If I keep holding on, I will be destroyed. You have already destroyed me once. I will not let that happen again.”

“Do you not hear me? I said I didn't rent any stupid car! There's only one car I've rented in almost a year, and that's the car that drove me here.” “I've heard you, but when it comes to credibility, your story isn't one to be taken.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “Mrs Irving, your husband filed for a divorce, didn't he?” My eyes darted in confusion, “No, he didn't.” He wouldn't do that. Lucas knew what he had to lose in a divorce. “But he did,” he said, bringing out another file. My eyes bulged. “Last week Friday, your husband Lucas Irving demanded a divorce, and you, Leah Irving, refused it. Is that true or not?”

After nine years of dating and five years of marriage, I refused to let everything we’d built simply go down the drain. "I forgive you, Ryan" I said desperately. "What you had with her was just a fling...a mistake. I'm ready to forget so we can start over" He scoffed at me. "It's not a fling. Lucinda is moving in today" The room continued spinning. My ears felt hot. “What?” I whispered in shock. "I want a divorce" he demanded coldly I let out a humorless, hysterical laugh. “You’re joking.” I said