I Refuse To Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Anne said while grabbing his biceps. Noah was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. “Yes.” What documents? Anne brought a briefcase closer and passed the paper to Noah. And he flung them at me. “What’s this?” I asked as I read the documents. Divorce. Noah wanted a divorce. “You want to divorce me? After all you've put me through? Like I’m just your toy?” “I don’t need you anymore. Don’t test my patience.” He clenched his jaw. I got bit by the final blow.

"I'm giving you a chance this time. As long as you make Victor happy and get him to settle down, we can remarry sooner. Be good." After Charlotte left and closed the kitchen door again, an indescribable sadness settled over me. Since when had divorce and remarriage become such trivial matters to her? And now, she wanted me to please Victor? Sorry, but I couldn't do it. I would rather sleep in the kitchen than try to win him over. I crouched down, sat on the floor with my back against the cabinet under the counter, and closed my eyes. Half-asleep, I suddenly felt a cold shock run over my whole body.

Maybe we did love each other once. But our love didn't stand a chance against the daily venom of another woman, or his deep-rooted, arrogant obsession with power. "Cassius," I said calmly. "I want a divorce." The air froze. Cassius's grip loosened. He took a step back, sheer disbelief flashing in his eyes. "What did you say?" "A divorce," I repeated, my tone deadpan. "I'm divorcing you." His face darkened like a gathering storm. "You're threatening me with divorce because you don't want to learn high society rules?" His voice carried a suffocating weight. "Scarlett, I overestimated you. I thought you had a spine."

My head snaps up. “I what?” “You wanted me to sue.” My breath catches. “Did you?” “No.” “Why not?” “Because you were angry.” “And?” “And I don’t make permanent decisions based on temporary rage.” The irony almost makes me laugh. “You refused me?” “Yes.” “And then I asked for a divorce.” “Yes.” The timeline clicks painfully into place. “You wouldn’t ruin him for me.” “No.” “So I punished you.” A muscle in his jaw flexes. “You were drowning.”

I fought down the urge to vomit and looked at Lenora, who was still trying to explain herself. "Lenora, I'm begging you," I said coldly. "Let's get a divorce. It's better than torturing each other like this." She refused without hesitation. "I won't agree to it." I didn't understand. Lenora clearly didn't love me, so why wouldn't she just agree to a divorce? I wanted to argue further, but her phone started ringing right then and cut me off. She answered the call, and that anxious look returned to her face.

Maverick frowned. “Exactly. And I refuse to divorce her.” Arden crossed his arms over his chest and adjusted his glasses. “Why?” “You need to learn your lesson. I’ll divorce her once you’ll convince Irene to marry me.” Arden leaned forward with a smirk and Maverick sighed in exasperation. ****

Chapter 44 Angelica “Why are you here?” “To see my wife of course, I've missed you” I rolled my eyes and walked to my desk “We are divorced” “That's in the past” I turned to glance at him “What do you mean that's in the past?” “Cause we can always start all over again, and I'm here to make things right” He came forward and lean against my desk staring right into my eyes, “What if I refuse to make anything right with you?”

She demanded to know why I was suddenly so determined to divorce her. She insisted that I’d always tolerated everything before, so why was it that this time, of all times, I refused to back down? In fact, I knew she already understood the truth and wasn’t really looking for an answer. She just wanted things to play out the way they always had—kick up enough chaos, make me miserable enough, and eventually I would cave. This time, though, she miscalculated. Not once did I regret the divorce.

Nathan’s handsome face was as cold as ice. It was an insult. A tremendous, shameful insult. A beggar with nothing to her name actually preferred to leave him with nothing rather than stay married. Nathan felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. "Isabella, I don’t agree to the divorce," he said, his voice dark with rage. He hung up the phone, slamming it down. Isabella’s negotiation had failed, and her mood was deeply depressed. She curled up in a corner of the sofa and picked up her phone, posting on various forums: *I want to divorce my scumbag husband who keeps a mistress, but he refuses to divorce me. Any advice?*

My heart aches, how I want to pull her into my embrace and make her feel better. “I do not want a divorce, your majesty,” Cahir announces. “But I want a divorce” she finally speaks up, “I no longer want to be married to you” “You can not make that decision on you own, cadet” “You are here, we can make it together” “I do not want to” “And on what basis are you refusing?” Her voice is a little over the top, “who gave you the right to think you can mess with me general? I want a divorce and I am going to get it”