I Refuse To Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Nothing but cold determination. I looked at him—really looked at him—and saw only a man determined to destroy me. Everything else we've been through didn't matter to him. And to think...I'd almost convinced myself he'd fallen in love with me. "I want a divorce," I whispered brokenly. And then I turned, not waiting for his reaction, and I walked away.

He was never loyal, yet he was so completely convinced that someone else would stay devoted to him. On the day of the court hearing, we saw each other again. He looked thinner. And the way he looked at me—he couldn't hide the hatred. Honestly? I almost admired him. Here was a man who had done so many shameful things. And yet he could stand there and blame everyone else for his problems. His argument was simple: I signed the divorce papers willingly. He and Vanessa were just a normal couple. Everything I was doing now was just because I regretted it and wanted revenge.

People kept toasting each other, and the sweet scent of wine was lost in the noisy crowd. “I heard that… Jane fainted in the pool that day.” Someone walked over and poured a glass of wine for Silas. He looked quite curious. Clara nodded and looked at Silas innocently. “When she woke up, she insisted on marrying the guy from the Cook Family who was going bankrupt. I’m sure I’ve got her mad these days. That’s why she said that out of spite.” While talking, she acted like she was blaming herself. Silas extended his fingers and gently wiped away her tears. “It’s not your fault. Serves her right.”

Nathan's expression turned dark. "Your actions are different from what you say. Why are you apologizing yet keep on meeting her casually? Now you are pleading with me to disregard everything for the fact that you are indecisive. It is clear as the sky that you are interested in her, your majesty. Accept that!" Shandri exclaimed. The room is filled with silence. (The queen is already pushing the divorce. Everything will proceed as planned.) (No matter what you do... the story will flow just how it should be. You will fall for the female protagonist. I don't have any plan to change anything other than me exiting the story alive.) Shandri thought seeing Nathan's expression.

"Are you really going through with this divorce? Who told you to divorce me?! Didn't I say no divorce?!” I clenched my jaw. "I am the one who wants to divorce you. I don't care if you say no! I'll do whatever to get divorce from you!” Adrian sighed, running a hand through his hair. He looked so frustrated because I was so serious about the divorce. "Vivian, let’s be realistic. You don’t have the means to fight me in court. You don’t have a case. Maybe we can—" "We? There is no we anymore, Adrian," I snapped, my grip tightening on the door. "You threw that away when you decided to crawl into bed with her. Our bed!”

I want to wring that small neck and end her life. But no! “ So what? ” I chuckle humourlessly. “ So what, you ask? ” “ Leave me, Ethan! ” She demands, trying to twist her hands out of my hold. I watch her squirm and struggle to get away. She was the one who was always eager to get close. Now, she wants to get away? “ I refuse! ” I hiss. “ What? ” She stops, her big eyes looking at me. “ I refuse to divorce. ” I state calmly. “ I will let you go when I am done with you, Grace Whitlock! I will be the one to divorce you! ”

"Because I'm going to the club and you're coming with me." I felt a surge of resistance well up inside me. "No," I said definitely and started to pull away, my body tensing. "I'm not going anywhere." The thought of facing a crowd, of pretending to be okay when my world had just shattered, seemed impossible. "Please, Ana," Clara pleaded desperately. "I can't watch you go away like this. You're my best friend, and seeing you like this... it breaks my heart." I sighed. "Just let me have this night. It's been four years!"

“What do I have to do to convince you that the past won’t repeat itself? We have kids now, and everything has changed. I wouldn’t put them through something like that.” She was silent. “I know you have every right to say you don’t trust me or you’re scared of giving me a second chance, but please, don’t let my past mistakes define what we could have now.” “Why do you keep on fighting for me? Even when I am with other men? Why haven’t you given up on me after so many years?” That was an easy question. “I tried to date other people, but I always looked for you in them. I fumbled badly and the divorce was the biggest regret of my life. You’re so special Valerie and I can’t see myself with anyon

I muttered. She didn’t stop. I watched her tuck a folded sweater into the side pocket. Wrap the charger cord neatly. Pick up a folded envelope and slip it into the side of her purse. “Natalie’s gone,” I snapped, louder now. “The dog’s back. What more do you want?” She turned slowly, then. And when our eyes finally met, I swear—for a second—I felt like a stranger looking at a stranger. “I just want a divorce.” Her voice was low. Controlled. So quiet it felt like a knife between my ribs.

Though plenty of the articles mocked the wealthy family's lack of morals and criticized Patrick for being a homewrecker, Jasmine would always have them suppressed the very next day. Jasmine stubbed out the cigarette in her hand, a bitter taste lingering in her mouth. "I was acting out of spite with Henry. I didn't understand how he could bring up divorce so casually when clearly he loved me so much. "I agreed to the divorce and treated you well to spite him. I thought that by doing this, he would come to me to give in and stop saying things that upset me."