I Refuse To Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Atticus affirmed, “I’m here because I need your help with something.” “How can I assist you, Mr. Atticus? If I can, I’ll give it my all.” He looked as if he were grappling with his thoughts, trying to find the right words. Then he said two words that shocked me. “Divorce!” I was stunned for a good while. “Mr. Atticus, are you joking? I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. It’s not easy to dissolve one marriage. I can’t involve myself in just anything. Besides, you’re well aware of how your sister-in-law feels about me. I...”

I placed it precisely in the center of the table, right between his crystal glass and her unwanted presence. "What is this?" Nikolai asked, his eyes narrowing. "My resignation," I said. He frowned, reaching for the envelope. "Your resignation from what? The charity board?" "From this marriage. Those are divorce papers, Nikolai. Irrevocable and non-negotiable." He froze. He pulled the documents out, his eyes scanning the bold headers. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. He flipped to the last page. My signature was already there, bold and black.

"Nobody will remain in that situation for too long. You've lost him forever, Clara. You both are divorced." His expression changed as he delivered this final statement, the anger softening into sympathy that was somehow more painful than the anger had been, like he was mourning something on my behalf that I was only now beginning to understand had been worth keeping. "No," the word burst out of me with desperate intensity, coming from somewhere deep and instinctive that refused to accept what Dad was saying even though the evidence was literally in my hands. "I refuse to accept this."

He stared at Astrid’s clear face, a face that resembled someone he hadn’t seen in a long time but would never forget. “I won’t spit it out! I don’t want to divorce you.” Astrid gathered her courage to look at Joshua. Her heart was pounding violently. This was her last chance. Even if she could only look at Joshua from afar in the future, even if Joshua despised her in the future, she didn’t want to divorce him. Anyway, Joshua hadn’t liked her in the first place, so it wasn’t that bad. Looking at Astrid’s tearful yet stubborn eyes, Joshua slowly lowered his raised hand and sighed.

I answered him in a firm tone, chewing my food in the process. “What if he refuses?" Vincent asked, and I stopped chewing, looking at him with a pissed expression. “I think you forgot that I don’t really need him to get the divorce certificate. One phone call is enough.” I replied to him flatly and stuffed my mouth with another piece of steak. “For Celia, he divorced you. For her, he can refuse to divorce you,” he remarked nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders a little. “And how is this my problem?” I asked him in the same way he remarked.

“No, Annika. We are not getting a divorce. I refuse to agree with you. I believe we can still fix this.” My mouth fell open. I shook my head. “You don't get me! I want a divorce! I'm filing for a divorce! This is for both of us, so we can't hurt each other anymore.” I insisted, “Caspian, don't you see? We can't fix this anymore! We're only bound to hurt each other with every decision and choices we make! And as long as you keep on choosing Juliette, we can't fix what we have anymore. This is the best solution!”

He looked at her and nodded and handed the gift to her and walked inside. Irene sat there with the thought to file for a divorce or to wait a little longer but she doesn't want to be lying all the time, her heart is slowly longing for another who she can't wait to be with forever. Moreover he supports her dream and not just that, she loves him more than her husband, while thinking, she made a decision immediately and she stood up, she went inside to tell George she is no more interested in the marriage. That she is filling for a divorce, she bumped into Francis who dragged her into the kitchen and locked the door.

“I’m so sorry, Anna. Truly. But listen to me—this is the moment you choose yourself. If him leaving you gives him peace, then let him go. But don’t stay stuck.” She took my hands. “Sign the divorce papers. Move forward. No one is going to do that for you.” Her words hurt, but they were true. I wiped my face slowly. The tears didn’t stop, but something else rose beneath them. Something sharp. Clear. Marcus didn’t break me because I was weak. He broke me because I loved him too deeply. And Gina? She thought she’d won. A spark ignited in my chest. I stood up, walked to the table, picked up the divorce papers—and signed.

“Let go, Zav. This hurts!” “I couldn't have committed such an atrocity!” Nayla tried to wriggle out of her husband's grasp. “Uhuk! Uhuk! DIVORCE ME, ZAV!” Zavier shook his head in despair and then threw up his hands, removing them from Nayla's neck. Nayla coughed and tried to catch her breath. “I can't possibly divorce you, Nayla. That's my decision for now! I'm going to find a Doctor right now!”

“I might have sounded crazy some seconds ago, but I meant every inch of my words. I want you. I want all of you, and as long as I am here, no one in the world can hurt you. No one at all.” Nova’s lips parted to say a word, but she pressed my fingers against the soft flesh, silencing her for a second. “I could help you get a divorce, Nova. With me here, you can be out of that marriage. You do not have to worry.” The tension in the room shifted after my words, and Nova looked away gently like she was trying to avoid something. Divorce would naturally excite any woman in a toxic marriage, why is she reacting differently? My brows pulled together gently, then I moved my hand to her chin, directi